Slops


























Here we see a helpless prisoner-slave being humiliated in the presence of some civilian prison-visitors.

Points to note about this scene:

·     The hapless humble-head is first having to kiss the black leather, lace-up boots of his uniformed prison-guard, not only under threat from her truncheon but also from the gaoler’s whip
·     We can just see a tiny slither of the beautiful guard-mistress’s white bootsock, which nevertheless must surely loom large in the eyes of the lowly bootkissing prisoner?
·     Another pair of white socks in the scene – belonging to an Asian member-of-the-public mistress – will doubtless soon be destined for the prisoner’s humble field of vision when it comes to her turn to have her black leather flats kissed
·     In the interim, the prisoner will likely be required to kiss-respect the sneakers of regular prisoner-tormentress Ms Mukta madam, who is wearing dark grey socks
·     Prisoner-mocking, grey-socked Ms Mukta madam has kindly brought along a bucket of her, and her husband’s, kitchen slops, which she fully intends to pour over the prisoner-fool’s head in full view of, and with the manly approval of, said husband (afterthe prisoner has kissed her sneakers!)

Yes, everyone is having fun in this happy scene, apart, of course, from the prisoner – who is the object of their ridicule. And rightly so.

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