End of Shift

At the end of her shift, officer-mistress Ms Chelsea madam kindly comes to inform that she is about to do something I can never do – head off home. She gloatingly reminds me that this dirty, foothole cell is my home from now on, and that I shall never be released from its confines since I have been imprisoned in the foothole dungeons for life!

As I humbly kiss her boots, she then goes on to list all the other things she shall be doing this evening which I can never do:

·     Firstly, she and her boyfriend will be having sex
·     They will then be going out for a slap-up meal
·     Following which they will be enjoying the latest blockbuster movie at the cinema (courtesy, she hastens to add, of the special bonus she was paid for administering my latest monthly beating – part of my lifelong sentence)
·     They will then be going out clubbing
·     Finally they will return to their warm and cosy flat for some more sex

I heartily congratulate mistress Chelsea madam, and thank her kindly for allowing me to taste her bootleather before she heads off home. She turns and leaves me to rot in my dingy cell, with a triumphalist grin on her pretty face.














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