Rue

This fool must surely be rueing the day he baulked at having to lick his blonde mistress’s muddy boots? For now, after two weeks of hard labour in the fields, he is kneeling in the prison courtyard begging the wearer of those same boots for sweet feminine mercy, whilst flanked by two Gynarchy Police guards, and with a long, wooden sign attached to his rusty neck declaring that he is ‘To Be Whipped’!

Said whipping is due to take place in the morning and, let’s be honest, no amount of begging and grovelling on the part of this wretched prisoner-slave is going to earn him a reprieve. Not judging by the look of gloating triumph on the beautiful, blonde-ponytailed mistress’s pretty face!

And rightly so.

Points to note about this scene are that:

• The male prisoner is not just on his knees, but frightened by the female power around him
• Whilst the police-officer mistress on the left is mildly amused at his plight, the one on the right is just itching to angrily whip him (but she will have to wait until the morning!)
• The wooden plank-sign is cruelly inserted between his neck and his metal slave collar. That's gotta hurt - as well as being incredibly humiliating
• For tomorrow morning he will be compelled to wear that sign as he crawls through the streets on the way to the public whipping post in the town square from the police station
• He will, quite rightly, be the subject of much opprobrium from the general public as he crawls penitently on his hands and knees behind the police-officer mistresses' black, uniform boots and white socks, and can expect to be spat at and jeered by the general populace for being the insolent fool that he is 

Ha! Ha! All that lies ahead of him, but for now he must just kneel and beg.