Pillory Practicalities

Regular visitors to the pillory, Ms Mukta madam and her husband master Simon sir, are curious to know about some of the mundane practicalities of being confined for days on end in the pillory:

‘My hubby and I were wondering how you clean yourself up after you poop while you’re stuck here in the pillory, slave?’

‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, if it pleases you Ms Mukta madam, this slave must humbly inform the mistress and master-sir, to his eternal shame, that he relies on his kindly gaoler to clean up his mess behind him, madam, shame be upon me, miss?’

‘Uggh! You’re disgusting, slave! A filthy animal! The first thing you must do when you are, eventually, released from the pillory, is kneel down and kiss your gaoler’s boots and thank him for performing such a demeaning task for you!’

‘Yes, indeed, mistress. Indubitably mistress. My gaoler master-sir is a truly magnificent man, miss, kind and compassionate as well as adept with the WHIP, mistress madam and master sir. Please don’t have me beaten by my gaoler, masters. I fear him very much, masters?’

‘Shut up, slave, and stare at my boots. You’re not fit to look at anyone above their ankles!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. You speak the truth, mistress. As always, mistress.’

I shut up, and obediently stare down at Ms Mukta’s BOOTS and SOCKS from my ignominious wooden window – BOOTS and SOCKS that, by rights, I should be worshipping with penitent kisses!

Shamefacedly explaining to Ms Mukta madam the arrangements for my ablutions whilst I am confined in the pillory

She looks down upon me with disgust - and rightly so!

Her BOOT and SOCK is pointed towards me in an accusatory manner

My humbling view of said BOOT and SOCK from my wooden window

By rights, I should be down on my hands and knees kissing that BOOT right now!

Oh the shame! Oh the ignominy! Of being helpless and confined in the pillory in front of my BETTERS!


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