Stocks-Confined, Socks-Admiring Loser

Divine Ms Kadal madam is on one of her late-night excursions to the stocks in order to humiliate and mock the hapless prisoner-slave confined within them. It’s her hobby!

She begins by asking him how he is liking the view from his ‘wooden window’? Is he enjoying the view of her socks as he kiss-respects her shoes? Can he describe the stitching in her socks, and would he kindly confirm if there is any bobbling on her socks?

She then demands that he describe the throbbing, gnawing pain in his back and neck muscles, caused by his many hours of confinement in the stocks. She likes hearing about his pain and suffering, particularly because she isn’t in any pain!

She then has the hapless prisoner-slave beg her not to leave him, before she turns and does just that. The fool is genuinely sorry to see her go, particularly as he had, pathetically, been enjoying the close-up view of her socks which had been helping to take his menial mind off his pain!

Haha – what a loser! What a stocks-confined, socks-admiring loser! 

Ms Kadal mocking and humiliating the confined prisoner-slave in the stocks late at night

It's her hobby. She loves having her feet kissed by a helpless and frightened slave!

For his humble part, the loser-0slave willingly studies her socks

His humbling view of her sock stitches

Even his menial, confined mind is respectfully focussed on Ms Kadal's late-night socks

The fool knows he is actually in a privileged, if painful, position - being so close to a young woman's socks!

Her socks are a source of foolish fascination for him, especially as they are being worn on her feet right in front of his feckless, confined face!

For her part, Ms Kadal enjoys having the helpless prisoner-slave at her mercy

She kindly switches feet to give him a good look at her other sock...

...before heading off into the night...

...justifiably proud of herself and her actions!

Meanwhile, the feckless fool who is left behind her confined in ignominious wood...

...stares wistfully at his late-night tormentress's disappearing socks

Socks that he wishes could remain close to his face...

...as they had been keeping him company!


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