My Time Of The Month

Today is my 'time of the month' - my one brief period of monthly contact with the opposite sex/outside world as a prison-visitor mistress is allowed to spend 5 minutes with me having her feet kiss-respected through the so-called 'humble hatch' at the base of my cell door. I make the most of it, kissing her feet fervently, as I know I shall spend the rest of the month in complete isolation inside my foothole cell.

Superb officer-mistress Emma is also on hand with her truncheon to make sure I show sufficient respect to my visitor-madam, though there is absolutely no prospect of my showing any disrespect whatsoever to a superior female. I am a broken man - completely subdued and alone.

I can hear the unknown visitor-mistress slurping on a smoothie outside my cell as I kiss her outstretched sneaker. Needless to say, there is no such refreshment for me - just the taste of female dirty sneaker leather on my lowly lips. 

Then, all too soon, the humble hatch is slammed closed again, and I am left to wallow for yet another month in my utter isolation cell.











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