A Feast Fit For A Felon

The civilian prison-visitor mistress sits on the edge of the prisoner-slave’s bed and relaxes whilst he feeds from her outside boot-dirt. See how voraciously he laps it up! Mind you, that could have something to do with the fact that the guard-officer mistress seated next to the prisoner’s honoured guest is barking down orders at him to lick off every last morsel of feminine bootdirt – and she is carrying a whip; a whip which, judging by the condition of the slave’s back, is in liberal use in this prison!

Meanwhile the bright, young woman with the bleached-blonde hair is clearly relishing feeding the prisoner her bootdirt. She even moves one of her feet foot over in order to press his menial mouth down even harder onto the surface of her dirty boot. And, to crown it all, the Gynarchy authorities actually pay her to get her boots muddy by walking around outside, so that prisoners such as this can be served the truly humble pie of civilian, female bootmud – a feast fit for a felon!













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