Well Equipped

This pretty, prison-visitor mistress has certainly come well equipped for her 2 hour stint humiliating the prisoner-slave in the dungeon stocks.

Let’s consider the evidence:

1)      She has, of course, brought her smartphone with her so that she can not only keep in touch with her friends (including her boyfriend) but can surf the net; check her social media pages; and listen to music.

2)      She has made sure to bring a comfortable pair of headphones with her so that they don’t hurt her ears (and, of course, it is important that the prisoner-slave is unable to hear whatever music she is listening to as he is to be denied all the pleasures and entertainments of the modern world; he is, after all, being punished down here in the Gynarchy dungeons!)

3)      She has brought a plentiful supply of cigarettes with her, and appears to have already consumed a fair few. Note how she has somewhat precariously balanced an ashtray on top of the prisoner-slave’s head! Ha! Ha! He’d better not move a muscle, or that ashtray will come crashing down – aptly enough on top of the brown leather whip which is lying in a coil on the dungeon floor beneath him, for I’m quite sure that whip will be rapidly gracing his bent-over back should he disturb the contents of the young woman’s ashtray!

4)      She has also brought food and drink with her – in the form of some popcorn and a fizzy drink. Note how she is saving them for herself for later, and in the meantime has placed them well out of reach of the prisoner-slave, though he can probably just see them out of the corner of his eye. Ha! Ha! I’ll bet he’s hungry – the Gynarchy prison-guards are notoriously forgetful when it comes to feeding the prisoner-slaves their daily dose of prison mush! But, like the pleasures of music, the pleasures of tasty snacks are not for the likes of him!

5)      You can observe too that, although the hapless prisoner-slave is semi-naked as he kneels in the stocks (take it from me – he is clad in only a pair of flimsy, slave underpants behind that unyielding, wooden contraption!), the mistress-madam has kept her hoodie jacket on, and has placed a portable radiator next to herself – close enough to help keep her warm, but far enough away from the prisoner so that he is unable to benefit from its warmth. That’s because it can get very cold down here in the Gynarchy’s windowless, underground dungeons, but she has made sure she will stay nice and warm, even if the prisoner-slave continues to shiver.

She does undeniably look bored, though, doesn’t she? I suppose it’s not surprising. After all, she looks to be still only in her mid to late twenties. There must be loads more interesting things a young woman in her twenties could be doing with her precious female time on a Friday evening? Yet she has kindly volunteered to come here and tease and humiliate the lowly prisoner-slave with her sneakers and socks – not, so much, because it is the public-spirited thing to do, but because she gets paid for it. 20 fems for two hours ‘work’, and all she has to do is sit there, listen to her favourite urban music, and position her sneakered and socked foot directly below the prisoner-footslave’s kneeling and confined face, so that he is obliged to study it.

The Gynarchy authorities will, you see, be asking him questions about the young woman’s sneakers and socks after she has gone – and he had better come up with the correct answers, otherwise that whip will most definitely not be remaining at ease on the dirty, dungeon-cell floor!

So, as he stares outwards and downwards from his ignominious wooden window, with no doubt a painful crick in his neck, the prisoner-slave must study intently the sneakers and socks of his blonde-haired prison visitor. For he will be asked questions later on things like:

·         The dirt patterns on her shoes

·         The texture of the laces

·         The pattern in the weave of her socks

·         The number of creases and folds in her socks. This is a difficult one for him, as the young woman’s foot is repeatedly tapping and flexing subconsciously in time with the music she is listening to on her headphones – so the creases in her mauve socks are continuously coming and going. Yet still he must endeavour to count them, for everything about her sneakers and socks is simultaneously being recorded in close-up on CCTV, the ‘footage’ from which the Gynarchy Authorities shall examine thoroughly before they test the prisoner-slave on his attention to sneaker and sock detail!

·         They could, for example, freeze frame the footage at any point and ask the slave to tell them from memory how many creases were in her sock at that precise moment in time.

·         He may even be asked to account for the total number of stitches in her socks – a guesstimate, of course, but he’d better make it an intelligent guesstimate because the Gynarchy Authorities will have the actual figure from the sock manufacturers, and it is customary for a prisoner-slave to receive 1 lash of the whip for every sock-stitch number he is out (be it plus or minus the correct total!)

And so, for the next two hours at least the prisoner-slave is under intense pressure, whilst the young woman seated before him can relax. She, of course, only has to remain in this dungeon for the next two hours, and is then free to go – free to meet up with her friends and her boyfriend and ‘hit the town’, for the night shall still be young and beautiful; like her!

The prisoner-slave, by way of contrast, won’t be going anywhere for the foreseeable future, and has an examination to ‘sit’ this evening – an examination on sneakers and socks. It’s designed to teach him a lesson in humility. To remind him of his lowly station in life – that of a public footservant. No wonder he’s sweating whilst he’s swotting. That coiled up, leather whip lying on the floor beneath his face is a constant reminder to him of the painful price of failing his forthcoming ‘exam’!

So let’s leave him to it. After all, I’m sure nobody wants to see him getting whipped?