Going Nowhere

The bright and intelligent prison-visitor mistress delights in the knowledge that I am going nowhere and that my only contact with the outside world is her shoedirt which attaches itself to my lips as I humbly kiss-respect her outer shoeleather under the watchful eye of the uniformed guard-mistress.












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