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!
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| Casually ambling towards me - ready to have her fun! |
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| She begins by mockingly asking me if my neck isn't all stiff and sore? |
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| Then she crouches down to add to my discomfort by pinching my ear! |
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| She laughs as I grimace in pain |
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| Sore ear; sore neck; sore back! |
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| Then she stands up straight again in order to have me kiss her boots |
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| Ms Arabella madam loves having her boots kiss-respected! |
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| She switches her booted feet in front of my face... |
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| ...before taking a relaxing drag on her cigarette |
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| Then she continues to mockingly gloat over me... |
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| ...whilst my lowly lips respectfully embrace her superior boot-toe |
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| I have no choice but to submit to her boots |
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| These are, after all, the boots of my better! |
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| As the boots turn to walk away from me... |
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| ...leaving me to rot in my ignominious wooden window... |
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| ...I contemplate my utter lowliness and helplessness |
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| The face of a winner |
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| The face of a loser, behind the winner's boots! |

















