Well And Truly

A prisoner-slave languishing in the town-square stocks is well and truly humbled by two pretty passers-by

A magnificent elderly magistrate master-sir watches the prisoner-slave's very public humiliation...

...at the sneakers and socks of two bright young women

Not only must the slave look at, and kiss, the sneaker of the superb young woman in front of him...

...he must also feel the weight of her companion's sneaker pressing down on top of his humbled head

I wonder if he can also feel the weight of her white sock...

...a very feminine, short white sock?

Haha - either way, this hapless prisoner-slave is well and truly at the mercy of these two young women's sneakers and socks!

His ultra-humbling view of the sneakers and socks in front of him...

...as he places his lowly lips on the sneaker leather...

...and studies the accompanying, black feminine sock!

Meanwhile, a strong and mighty magistrate master-sir laughs and chortles at the pathetic prisoner-slave's ignominious position

You wouldn't catch the magistrate-sir - a real man- grovelling at the mercy of young women's sneakers!

Several times, the girl in front of the slave switches her sneakered feet before his confined face

He then hears the two young women mocking him in his lowliness and powerlessness at their feet

He truly is a laughing stock!

Only the prisoner is not laughing

His menial mouth must focus on kiss-respecting the outstretched sneaker in front of him...

...whilst yet another female sneaker bears down on him!

The sound of laughter and sneaker-kisses echoes around the town square...

...the joyous laughter of the slave's betters...

...and the lowly kisses of the slave's mouth to one of his betters' sneakers!

 

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