Female Taskmasters

The work-wheel slave is at the mercy of his female taskmasters – and their whips!

And so he must toil on the heavy wheel, and lick dirty female sneaker, whilst being shouted at, frowned upon, and whipped.




































Points to note about this scene:

·       The well-educated taskmistress in the slavedriving seat is wearing a scuzzy pair of everyday sneakers, along with an equally scuzzy pair of plain, grey anklesocks. She has not made an effort to get foot-dressed up for the slave – and rightly so, for he must simply taste where she has been walking whilst she has been going about her everyday business
·       The ladies have made him wear a footfool’s cap with bells on – because he is a fool. After all, not only is he having to lick dirty, female sneaker-sole; he is engaged in nugatory hard labour (the wheel doesn’t generate anything, other than sweat and fatigue in the footfool’s weary muscles)
·       The fool clearly isn’t enjoying the taste of the bright young woman’s sneaker. But who cares?
·       He is currently being threatened with the whip, and can expect many more whip marks across his bare back and shoulders before the end of his long, working day
·       He will then be required to fall asleep at the wheel, as he is never released from it – not even at night time when his female taskmasters are tucked up in their warm and cosy beds with their respective boyfriends


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