Lick Boot & Weep

‘Oh how humiliating for you! Oh how degrading! Stuck out here in the public stocks all night at the mercy of the elements, whilst all decent folk are tucked up warmly in their beds. Ha! Ha!

I’m not tucked up in my bed yet, you will notice – but then, I’m not a nice, decent person. I’m a sadist. I enjoy watching slaves like you suffer in the stocks. That’s why I’m here – to watch you suffer. And to enjoy it! Indeed, I’m going to add to your suffering and humiliation, by making you kiss and lick my boots! Ha! Ha! You’re not just at the mercy of the elements, you see. You’re at the mercy of people like me – bad people; nasty people; cruel people. People who love to lord it over others, and to prey on the weak. Ha! Ha! Just imagine all the things I could do to hurt you, slave; to harm you, with my whip!

But don’t worry – I’m not actually going to hurt you. Not if you lick and kiss my dirty boots and show me some respect. The respect I am due as your better. So, place your mouth on my boot-toe, slave, and start tasting my scuff marks. Praise me and worship me with your bootlicking tongue – unless you want me to hurt you? Ha! Ha!

What a fool! What an idiot! A Gynarchy girl’s footfool! I despise you That’s right, licky boy. Kissy kissy. Licky licky. Kiss my boot. Lick my boot. Beg. Grovel! And DON’T look at my socks! Ha! Ha! I know you like socks – it says so on your pathetic,  wooden window. But I’m not here to bring you pleasure. I’m here to bring you pain – the pain of humiliation, and frustration. The pain of being a helpless slave, at the mercy of another, superior human being. So lick my boot, slave! Ha! Ha! Taste my boot dirt. Taste where I have been walking.

Lick boot and weep!’




































You will no doubt have noticed that, despite her express instructions to the contrary, the slave is indeed looking at her socks! What do you think she should do to him, for showing her such disrespect? Beat him harshly with her whip? Or, do your perhaps think that, despite her being a sadist, she should show him some compassion and mercy? After all, it must be very hard for a prisoner-slave like this to avoid looking at a beautiful, young woman’s bootsocks whilst he is licking her boots? And his actions could even be seen as a kind of backhanded compliment to her socks – her socks are, in effect, irresistible to the naked, footslave eye!

Of course – it’s NOT your call! Or mine! It’s HERS. But I would nevertheless be interested to know your views.


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