On The Receiving End

Ms Arabella madam is a well-known local tormentress of prisoner-slaves in the town square stocks. Barely a night goes by that she doesn't visit the stocks in order to torment whichever hapless incumbent happens to be confined therein.

And tonight - it's me on the receiving end!

Casually ambling towards me - ready to have her fun!


She begins by mockingly asking me if my neck isn't all stiff and sore?


Then she crouches down to add to my discomfort by pinching my ear!


She laughs as I grimace in pain


Sore ear; sore neck; sore back!


Then she stands up straight again in order to have me kiss her boots


Ms Arabella madam loves having her boots kiss-respected!


She switches her booted feet in front of my face...


...before taking a relaxing drag on her cigarette


Then she continues to mockingly gloat over me...


...whilst my lowly lips respectfully embrace her superior boot-toe


I have no choice but to submit to her boots


These are, after all, the boots of my better!


As the boots turn to walk away from me...


...leaving me to rot in my ignominious wooden window...


...I contemplate my utter lowliness and helplessness


The face of a winner


The face of a loser, behind the winner's boots!




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