The prison governor's pretty 19-year-old daughter has free rein throughout the foothold prison, as she is very much the apple of his eye. She is allowed, for example, to open the so-called 'humble hatch' at the base of every cell door in order to have her feet kissed by the prisoner inside. And woe betide any prisoner who fails to comply!
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| I hear the clanging of keys outside my cell and the heavy humble hatch at the base of my cell door, behind which I am kept in a permanent kneeling position, creaks slowly open |
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| To my fear and horror, I am confronted by the unmistakable sneakered feet of the prison governor's 19-year-old daughter! |
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| Her left foot is the first to be unceremoniously shoved through the hatch for prisoner respect-kissing |
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| I, literally, look up to and admire her white sock... |
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| ...the sock of the prison governor's daughter... |
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| ...a sock of POWER! |
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| These socks can have me whipped on a whim! |
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| I must study and respect the sock as I kiss-respect its accompanying sneaker! |
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| She is wearing her ubiquitous red and white striped tracksuit - another symbol of her youth and POWER! |
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| For it reminds me that she is NOT a member of the prison staff. She merely has an indulgent father! |
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| He has given her the keys to all the foothold cells, and free rein over the incarcerated, male prisoners! |
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| And boy does she enjoy exercising her freedom - the freedom to humiliate the lowly and helpless male prisoners at her feet! |
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| She's a prison goddess - and she knows it! |
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| What must she think of me - the wretched non-man grovelling at her feet? |
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| The starer at, and admirer of, her white, female socks! |
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| I study the pattern in the stitching of her sock... |
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| ...and mentally beg the sock for mercy! |
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| For her lofty part, she takes it all in her stride. This is a daily occurrence for her - humiliating a random foothole-prisoner at her feet! |
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| She slams shut the cell hatch once again and leaves me to rot inside! |
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| Only she can open my humble hatch again. She holds the keys to my fate! |
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| And she's most probably not minded to do so anytime soon... |
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| ...having had her female fill of humbling me! |
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| Her socks are equally contemptuous of me... |
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| ...as they crease around her shapely ankles as she walks away from me! |
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