Masculine Shoes

Such a pretty prison-guard mistress; and yet such masculine shoes! But I nonetheless kiss them most humbly and respectfully when they are presented to me through the so-called 'humble hatch' at the base of my cell door - since these female shoes are my only contact with the opposite sex!

Masculine shoes on such dainty feminine feet


Heading my way!


Destined for my confined mouth!


They stop outside my cell as if to give me a good look at them


Then the first masculine shoe is presented to my mouth


It's a masculine shoe on a shapely feminine foot!


My only contact with the fairer sex


So I show my prisoner-slave respect for the masculine shoes


And their female wearer


She says nothing. Speaking to prisoners is beneath her


She merely switches feet in front of my humble head


I can see her socks


After some two minutes she silently turns and walks away


Female-confident 


That was probably the highlight of my day!


Another 24 hours to wait for a repeat performance


I wonder will it be the same pretty guard-mistress tomorrow?



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