Joyful Torment

























The two bright young women are enjoying tormenting me in the stocks. One of them casually picks her pretty nose as she sits over me on the wooden crossbar, whilst her friend crouches down in front of me in order to mock me to my face. She is asking me how I like it - having a girl's boots digging into my temples whilst her socks tower over my humble head? I respectfully confirm to my tormentresses that I like it - but not that much, if they would be so kind and understanding?

They both laugh at me.

Meanwhile my supervisor master-sir watches over proceedings in the background, with his whip at the ready should either of the young women demand that I be whipped for insolence or for disrespecting them in any way. Truly I am surrounded by my betters - and at their mercy!

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