Post Punishment Treatment

As I kneel in the punishment cell after the female prison guards have administered a punishment caning to me, the Gynarchy prison nurse has stayed on - not to comfort me, or to ease my suffering in any way; quite the opposite, in fact! She explains that the substance she has just injected into me is designed to prolong my agony, by making my nerve endings even more sensitive to the pain!

She rightly points out that there would be no point in her relieving my pain (even though she does have several painkilling medicines in her medical bag) since that would negate the whole purpose of my punishment, which is to make me suffer.

My one crumb of solace is the feel of her soft, white socks rubbing against my confined forehead!

Administering post-punishment treatment to the beaten prisoner-slave

She explains to me the purpose of the injection she has just administered...

...whilst my humble head is confined between her socked ankles!

And the news is not good - the injection is designed to increase and prolong my pain!

And rightly so, for I am undergoing punishment, after all!

The Gynarchy prison nurse's role is not to negate or alleviate my suffering

The painkillers in her medical bag were for my female beaters, lest they pulled a feminine muscle whilst wielding the prison cane on my male backside!

The pretty nurse-mistress clearly delights in her power over me...

...the power to prolong my agony

My one crumb of comfort is the proximity of her white, uniform socks...

...which occasionally rub against my forehead...

...like soft bandages!


 

Popular posts from this blog

Between The Toes

Image
A Gynarchy slave must wash his magnificent master’s bare feet whilst his master’s equally magnificent girlfriend watches on in her sneakers and socks. The old slave man has already removed his magnificent master-sir's shoes and socks from his feet... ...and must now hand-wash the master's feet in the presence of the master's pretty girlfriend... ...with his humble, slave head right next to the young woman's sneakers and socks! Oh how the slave must be yearning  to remove those female shoes and socks and wash the soft, feminine feet that were within them? But instead it is manly  feet that he must touch and wash... ...sweaty and hairy, male feet! 'Make sure you clean in between the toes, slave!' barks the master-sir down at him 'Get out all the grime and dirt from between my toes. Remove the toejam, slave!' The master's pretty girlfriend giggles How she despises the slave kneeling at her boyfriend's feet! Her own sneakered and socked foot, meanwhi...
Read more

My Job

Image
‘Slave, fetch a basin of warm water. You’re going to wash my feet!’ ‘Yes, mistress Jean madam. At once, mistress Jean madam.’ When I return to the living room with the basin, my mistress Jean madam is sitting on the couch having removed her coat, but not her shoes and socks. That’s my job! ‘Massage my socks before you take them off, slave!’ ‘Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, mistress Jean madam.’ I was expecting this. My mistress Jean often has me massage her sweaty-socked feet before washing them!  ‘Slave, fetch a basin of warm water. You’re going to wash my feet!’ ‘Massage my socks before you take them off, slave!’ I perform my demeaning task of gently massaging my mistress's sweaty-socked feet The socks feel, and smell, moist 'Don't touch my bare ankles while you're massaging my socks, slave, and look only at the socks!' 'Yes, mistress Jean madam. I hear and obey you, mistress Jean madam.' I focus on her sweaty sock... ...as I knead it with my ...
Read more