Teasing The Prisoner-Slave In The Stocks

Ms Harriet madam is teasing the prisoner-slave in the stocks. She begins by crouching down next to his confined face and pointing towards the word ‘socks’ written in bright red letters on the outer surface of his uncomfortable, wooden window, and seemingly in all innocence asks him why it is written there (though she actually knows full well!) The prisoner-slave then has the indignity of having to explain to his tormentress, in ultra submissive and polite slavespeak, that the word ‘socks’ adorns his set of punishment stocks because he is a ‘socks liker’ – a slave who likes his masters’ and mistresses’ socks!

She laughs out loud at him – as anyone would – before asking him the inevitable follow-up question: does he like her socks? She stands up and swivels her pretty foot directly in front of his confined face below his kneeling neck, so that he can get a better view of her black and white spotty sock inside her flat loafer shoe. Needless to say, the socks-liking prisoner doeslike Ms Harriet’s socks, and must tell her so whilst thanking her kindly for showing him her socks. She then has him begto be allowed to kiss her socks, and the prisoner duly begs. Ms Harriet magnanimously accedes to his humble request, but stipulates that he must only kiss her on one side of each of her socked ankles. To be fair, she does graciously facilitate him in his humiliating act by manoeuvring her spotty-socked ankles up to his menial mouth, one after the other.

The slave spends the next 10 minutes or so kissing Ms Harriet’s socks before she bores with that and crouches down in order to question him about another word written in red on his set of stocks – pain!


















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