Some women of the Gynarchy love to glory over the
helpless prisoner-slave in the stocks – even to the extent of taking the
trouble to bring a table and chairs so that they can relax in comfort as they
sit over him drinking their beer or wine!
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| The two young women are, rightly, unconcerned about the prisoner-slave's suffering below them |
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| They are having a whale of a time, and feeling decidedly tipsy! |
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| The slave, meanwhile, must keep his humble, imprisoned head bowed and low... |
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| ...down amongst the boots, shoes and socks of his betters! |
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| All he can hear is raucus, female laughter; all he can see is fine, female sock! |
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| He contemplates his lowliness in the face of such sock! |
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| How can he ever hold his head up again? |
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| He is utterly defeated... |
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| ...a prisoner of bright young women's shoes and socks... |
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| ...inferior to them! |
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| They tower over him... |
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| ...jubilant... |
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| ...and pissed! |
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| They are drunk and disorderly on wine and beer... |
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| ...which the magnificent magistrate master-sir, who placed the prisoner-slave in the stocks, very much approves of! |
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| He loves seeing his prisoner subjected to socks... |
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| ...especially female socks! |
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| Haha - do you think the prisoner-slave has 'buckled' under the pressure? |
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| Will he ever be free? |
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| It seems unlikely... |
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| ...therefore he must resign himself to looking at young women's sock creases! |
