Night Stocks
The lonely prisoner-slave is being confined throughout the night in the town stocks:
Let us observe, as a bright and breezy, young insomniac-woman comes to mercilessly torment him in the moonlight. This should be fun!
See how she is already pleasuring herself at the mere thought of whipping him across his bare back.
Presumably, this is how she gets her kicks? (Nothing wrong with that!).
Looks like the prisoner-slave has already been well whipped by the authorities, though? Look at his stripes!
I must say – at least the whipped prisoner-slave is getting a good view of his nocturnal, dirty stop out, tormentress’s boots and socks:
From whatever angle you look at it:
He shall forever associate his night-time pain with her boots and socks. Serves him right!
Do you think he’s thinking:
‘I wonder how sweaty those thick socks are inside those heavy, laced-up boots?’
If not, he jolly well should be! For there is nothing to stop the mistress from taking off her boots, and imposing her socked feet on his face – after she has whipped him, of course!
Let us observe, as a bright and breezy, young insomniac-woman comes to mercilessly torment him in the moonlight. This should be fun!
See how she is already pleasuring herself at the mere thought of whipping him across his bare back.
Presumably, this is how she gets her kicks? (Nothing wrong with that!).
Looks like the prisoner-slave has already been well whipped by the authorities, though? Look at his stripes!
I must say – at least the whipped prisoner-slave is getting a good view of his nocturnal, dirty stop out, tormentress’s boots and socks:
From whatever angle you look at it:
He shall forever associate his night-time pain with her boots and socks. Serves him right!
Do you think he’s thinking:
‘I wonder how sweaty those thick socks are inside those heavy, laced-up boots?’
If not, he jolly well should be! For there is nothing to stop the mistress from taking off her boots, and imposing her socked feet on his face – after she has whipped him, of course!
