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! |