Gleeful Gloating

A superb young woman gleefully gloats over my semi-naked confinement in the rain-soaked stocks overnight, whilst she herself is protected from the elements by her thick, winter coat and her umbrella.

She begins by asking me how I am liking it – being confined like a drenched rat in the sodden stocks? Don’t I wish I could be in the dry and the warm – where she is about to go? She says it’s a shame I can’t crawl behind her to heel back to her apartment, as her socks are damp and need to be dried. If I was her personal footslave I could dry them for her on my face whilst she relaxes in front of the fire in her living room.

She laughs at my obvious discomfort at the thought of not being able to serve her in such a humble sock-drying capacity, as it must surely be every slave’s fondest wish?

She then has me kiss her feet – as is her perfect right.

Verbally gloating over me...

...before having me kiss her feet in the rain

I get a good view of her sock...

...as I pay lip-homage to her superior shoe

This is, after all, the shoe of a young woman...

...of a vastly superior being to me!

I can even make out the individual lines of stitching in her sock!

I know that each single stitch is worth more than me...

...being a stitch in the sock of a young woman!

Her legs tower over my humble, confined head...

...as she glories in having her feet kissed by my menial mouth

She then turns and triumphantly walks away, leaving me to fend on my own with the elements!

I watch the backs of her departing shoes and socks with humility and respect

Oh if only I could follow them to heel!

I would happily serve as her facial sock-dryer!

But, sadly, I must watch as her socks walk out of my lowly life

I'm just a prisoner-slave in the stocks, and must remain here until such time as the Gynarchy authorities despatch me to the underground slave mines! A life below ground of toil and WHIP awaits me!


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