Smirk Of Freedom

Regular prison-visitor Ms Karen madam often likes to gloat over me as she has me kiss her boots. She asks me how I like it – being a foothole prisoner for life? And don’t I feel anxiety at the knowledge that I shall never be released from my foothole cell, but will even end up being buried in it when I die?

She then laughs at my obsequious responses as I thank her kindly for her kind questions and emphasise that I fully deserve my lifelong incarceration as I had displeased my mistress Mukta by not tongue-polishing her boots properly.

Ms Karen agrees that I deserve all I get before she gloatingly turns to walk away from me with a smirk of freedom on her pretty face whilst I must contemplate her sock creases. 

Regular prison-visitor Ms Karen madam often comes to gloat over me in my confinement

My heart sinks every time I observe her boots and socks approaching me from the prison corridor...

...as I know I am in for some serious mockery and humiliation!

Not that I don't fully deserve it!

Her boots and socks stop directly in front of my confined face

Then her left boot is unceremoniously shoved onto my menial mouth...

...swiftly followed by her left

As I kiss her boots, and admire her socks...

...her female voice mercilessly mocks me...

...asking me sarcastic and humiliating questions about my confinement...

...and emphasising that I shall never be free!

She then gloatingly turns her back on me and walks to freedom out of the dank foothole dungeon...

...a smirk of triumph adorning her beautiful face...

...whilst I must humbly contemplate the creases in the backs of her white socks from my lowly position of perpetual imprisonment


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