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Courting couples will often flirt with one another directly in front of the prisoner-slave in the public stocks. Somehow they find the presence of his suffering arousing.

As for the slave – he must concentrate on the happy couple’s shoes and socks in front of his face, for that’s all he’s good for!

I mean, what do you expect, slave? Do you expect this bright and attractive, young woman to show any sexual interest in the likes of you? Ha! Ha! You’re delusional! See how she only has big, brown eyes for the real man on the scene – her handsome, sexually potent boyfriend. She has, quite literally, turned her back on you, as if to say that she would rather sh** on you than make love to you – an impotent, down in the dirt slave.  Ha! Ha! And rightly so, for you are not good enough for her. Even the bacteria up her nose is a higher lifeform than you, and her dull earwax is more intelligent than you!

So focus on the backs of her boots and socks, stupid slave, and remember that’s where you belong – down in the dirt at her feet. Think about how her grey socks will have been on her pretty feet all day, inside those black leather ankleboots (it’s now late evening). They will be warm, moist and sweaty. The most you can hope for is that she will take off her socks and leave them to air on your confined face overnight, surrounding you with her stinky sock smell as she goes off to make love with her magnificent, male partner – who is a much better man than you can ever hope to be.

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