Putting The Boot In
It’s now late at night and most of the local citizenry, as predicted, are tucked up in their beds.
However, one pretty nightworker is taking a break from her overnight labouring and enjoying a tasty burger next to the prisoner-slave who is still bent over, and weighed down, in the public pillory in the town square. See how she laughs at him as she observes that some kind soul has placed her female boot on top of the boulder hanging from his neck, thereby compelling him to breathe in the aroma of her worn boot all night.
The night-shift worker asks the prisoner how he is liking the aroma of boot, and the frightened prisoner respectfully responds that he is not liking it, if the pretty mistress would be so kind and understanding to a prisoner-slave in the pillory, but that it is nevertheless a smell fitting for a dirty prisoner-slave like him, and nothing more than he deserves.
She agrees and then enquires as to exactly why he is being punished in the pillory? The pathetic prisoner explains that he had inadvertently grimaced at the stink of one of his mistress’s bootsocks whilst removing it from her foot. The night worker laughs, takes a bite out of her burger, and then, with her mouth full, tells the slave that in that case she thinks it would have been more appropriate for someone to leave their dirty sock for him to sniff overnight. She says she would offer to take off one of her own socks and leave it with him, except that it’s quite chilly tonight and her dainty foot would get cold.
The prisoner-slave politely thanks the night worker mistress kindly for her kind offer, but assures her that there is no need for her to donate her sock to him as the priority must be the warmth and wellbeing of her foot.
She laughs again and walks off, leaving him alone and contemplating female boot smells all night. The aroma of the sweaty inside of the boot unfortunately does nothing to help induce sleep in him, and he remains awake all night with, needless to say, an almighty crick in his neck!
