His Only Solace
The only solace for the lifer foothole-prisoner in his solitary confinement cell is the occasional prison visitor requiring his or her feet to be kiss-respected. It gives the solitary prisoner a taste of the outside world – on their shoes!
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| The pretty prison-visitor mistress makes sure to maintain a professional distance from the lowly foothole prisoner |
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| She does not speak to him. She only permits him to kiss her feet. |
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| She knows full well this is his only connection with the outside world - via her shoes! |
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| He studies her sock |
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| Studying his visitor's socks whilst kissing her feet brings him some solace |
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| Not that the wearer of the sneakers and socks is minded to bring him solace |
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| Her aim is to humiliate and humble him! |
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| And, of course, she is succeeding, since the prisoner must humbly kiss her feet! |
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| Both the prisoner and his visitor know that she is superior to him |
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| She therefore literally looks down on him as he pays labial homage to her outstretched sneaker-toe |
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| Eventually, she abandons him... |
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| ...leaving him to rot in his lonely, gloomy, subterranean cell |
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| He watches forlornly the departing of her socks! |
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| He probably won't see these feet again for at least another month! |













