Sentencing

Mistress Karen madam is a volunteer, part-time magistrate in the Female Courts, and she just lovespassing down harsh sentences on convicted, male prisoner-slaves. Let’s listen in to one such sentencing:

‘Prisoner-slave in the dock, you have been found guilty of the heinous crime of verbally disrespecting a female, by failing to address her as ‘mistress madam’. I therefore sentence you to a lifetime of harsh punishment as follows:

·       You shall be taken immediately from this place to the town square where you shall be tethered to the public whipping-post and whipped until such time as there is no skin remaining on your bare back
·       You shall then be placed in the recovery stocks until such time as the Gynarchy medical authorities deem your back to be sufficiently healed to endure another severe whipping, during which your new skin shall in turn be removed
·       You shall then be confined for life in the underground slave mines where you will work on your hands and knees under the stinging, burning pain of the female whip until your eventual death from natural causes
·       Your whipped remains shall then be placed on permanent public display in the Gynarchy museum for the delectation and amusement of subsequent generations of free Gynarchy citizens.

You will now lick the sole of my boot and praise and bless me for passing sentence upon you. May the pain of the whip be forever upon you!’

Please note, if you will, magistrate-mistress Ms Karen madam’s finger of power; her white socks of power; her legskin of power; and her double chin of power. She is truly an all-powerful, young woman, exercising absolute female power over the helpless and impotent male slave who grovels at her booted feet. What a superb female she is!

As for the other young women in the scene – the security-guard mistress is itching to carry out the first part of the prisoner’s punishment, and flay him with her brown leather whip at the public whipping post (from the state of his back it looks like she has already been warming his back with the whip!). And the civilian court clerk mistress is looking disparagingly at the kneeling, bootlicking prisoner, contemplating how he is about to embark on a lifetime of pain, work and the whip!





















Popular posts from this blog

Roman Villa Footslave

Image
The lady Julia, the senator’s 20-year-old daughter, has her sandalled feet kissed by the villa footslave – much to her proud father’s approval! 'Kiss my feet, slave!' 'Yes, domina Julia madam. I obey you, domina Julia madam. Please don't have me whipped, madam!' The proud senator watches on as his haughty daughter has her feet kissed by the villa footslave! He has brought her up so well! He rather fancies that she is now ready to manage her own slaves! For his humble part, the villa footslave anxiously kisses ms Julia's feet...  ...in an effort to be pleasing to both her and her father! For, in this Roman villa, the WHIP is never far from his back! Better to kiss Roman feet than to feel the mighty STING of the Roman WHIP! The slave has already been broken by the WHIP! The senator congratulates his daughter on her humiliation of the footslave She listens proudly to her father's praise, for she respects her senator-father, just as she despises her father's
Read more

Socks Massager

Image
A domestic footslave is busily massaging his pretty, Asian mistress’s white-socked feet whilst she relaxes on the sofa in front of the TV. The slave has already had to remove his mistress's hot and sweaty sneakers from her socked feet Now he must gently, and unobtrusively, massage her sweaty socks... ...whilst she is still wearing them! The socks feel warm and moist He admires the reinforced stitching around the toes He is not fit to look at his pretty, Asian mistress above the socks Her socks are his life! What a privilege, what an honour for a slave like him to touch such a superior pair of feminine socks! Meanwhile, the socks wearer is glued to the television She doesn't care if her socks smell It's only the slave's nose that has to inhale them! See how he mentally worships the sock as he studies the stitching
Read more

A Footslave's Reflections

Image
  As nighttime draws the curtain on yet another humble day kissing and licking the shoes and boots of my betters, I humbly reflect on my lowly life. I feel privileged to be a public humble-head, kissing the feet of my superiors and getting to know their socks. Sure, if I was a personal footslave to a master or mistress I would become much more intimately acquainted with their feet and footwear – particularly their smells ! But ‘variety is the spice of slave-life’, as they say, and as no two pairs of socks are the same, I certainly get to observe a lot of variety! Every stitch, every crease, every area of bobbling on my esteemed customers’ socks -some of whom are regular visitors to my confined face, others just ships that pass in the night – is worthy of my slavish praise and adoration, since it is a feature of the sock of one of my betters, I being inferior to all ! It's an invaluable lesson for a slave to learn – his innate inferiority, not just to his customer masters and mistr
Read more