A Pretty Prison-Visitor's Q & A
A Gynarchy magistrate master-sir is showing off to his latest girlfriend by taking her to visit one of the prisoners he himself sentenced to life in the foothole dungeons. See how the prison authorities make the prisoner-slave kiss the magistrate’s girlfriend’s feet and, as he does so, the bright young woman inevitably has lots of questions for the female Gynarchy prison-guard mistress:
Q: How often do you whip him?
A: Pretty much whenever we feel like it – but at least once a fortnight, and always with a minimum of 50 lashes.
Q: What type of whip do you use?
A: We use a single-tailed, black leather, cowhide prison-whip. It’s known by the prisoners as ‘the sore whip’, as it is, apparently, very sore!
Q: Do you make him kiss your feet after you’ve whipped him?
A: Oh yes! After each whipping he must kiss his whipper’s feet the same number of times as the number of strokes she has just given him – and he must thank her for whipping him in between each footkiss!
Q: Why isn’t the prisoner wearing a stripy, black and white, prisoner’s humble hat?
A: Our prisoners don’t wear any kind of uniform in this particular foothole dungeon. They are kept totally naked in readiness for the whip – apart from their heavy, iron neck collars, of course!
Q: As you can see, I like to wear white socks, as they show up the sweat stains more easily, and it’s therefore doubly humiliating for a slave to have to look at my sweaty, white socks while he’s kissing my shoes. How often does this prisoner-slave get to see white socks whilst he’s kissing the officers’ feet?
A: I’m afraid never! Our uniform regulations insist on dark grey socks, so that’s all the stupid prisoner ever gets to see. Your white socks must therefore be a real treat for him today, miss!
Once the magistrate master-sir’s pretty girlfriend’s curiosity is fully sated, the prisoner’s three betters turn their backs on him leaving him to rot in his foothole-cell. As they do so, the magistrate master-sir points out to his beloved ladyfriend that the dirty prisoner had been completely and utterly at her mercy, and had been compelled to observe her white socks as he kiss-respected her shoes. ‘I did that to him, my dear!’, boasts the master-sir, ‘…since I’m the one who sentenced him to a lifetime of kissing feet in the foothole dungeons! Haha!’
The happy couple, and the prison-guard officer mistress, laugh heartily at the prisoner’s wretchedness and humiliation. As well they might – for he’s nothing but a black-shoe-kissing and sweaty-white-sock-admiring humble head!
