In Isolation

What she likes about visiting this particular, bricked-up humble head is his complete and utter isolation in this dirty and desolate corner of the city. He really is on his own and at her mercy. She can stay as long as she likes on her way home from work, having him kiss her black leather pumps and dominating his lowly field of vision with her lacy, white socks, since it is highly unlikely any other potential customers will happen his lonely way!

As for the slave, he is ever so grateful for her regular company – even though she never talks to him. The mere fact that she enjoys using him says it all. 

When she eventually turns and silently walks away from him, she looks suitably smug; he just looks sad.















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