Fulsome Apology

In a Gynarchy prison cell, a public footslave makes a fulsome apology to a blonde customer-mistress whom he had disrespected by allegedly tutting when she had commanded him to lickshine her boots all over again. His apology consists of 1000 kisses to each of her boot toes interspersed with two dozen harsh strokes of the Gynarchy cane on his bare back.

To be honest, the offended young woman looks thoroughly bored by the whole proceedings!


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