Regular volunteer prison visitor, Ms Mukta, enjoys mocking a
prisoner-slave recently sentenced to life in an isolation cell:
‘Haha, how are you liking it, slave? How do you like your
new permanent home? Is it to your satisfaction?’
The hapless prisoner has already learnt not to answer back
to his betters, but to humbly acknowledge their mockery of him:
‘Oh pray, prison visitor mistress, if it pleases you
pretty prison visitor mistress madam, this slave is resigned to the fact that
he shall never leave this cell, and is grateful merely for the view of his
betters’ feet, such as your shoes and socks madam, through the humble hatch at the base of his
cell door, begging your female pardon and forgiveness madam?’
Ms Mukta laughs:
‘Kiss my foot, slave!’
She simultaneously presents one of her sneakered feet to the
prisoner-slave’s lowly lips who instantly obeys the command and kisses the outstretched
sneaker-toe – the nearest thing he will ever get to tasting freedom again!
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| ‘Haha, how are you liking it, slave? How do you like your new permanent home? Is it to your satisfaction?’ |
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| ‘Kiss my foot, slave!’ |
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| I obediently kiss the casually outstretched foot in front of me, whilst looking up admiringly at its accompanying SOCK! |
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| My humble view of the visitor's foot |
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| Her white SOCK towers over my humble, imprisoned head! |
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| I notice that her other SOCk, her left SOCK, is considerably more creased than her right |
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| When she switches feet in front of my face, I feel a footslave urge to pull up the SOCK! |
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| But, of course, I am powerless and impotent to do so! |
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| Prison visitor Ms Mukta madam checkles and turns to walk away from me |
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| She, rightly, feels proud of herself |
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| For she has given yet another, lowly prisoner-slave a rare taste of freedom |
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| The freedom of her SNEAKERS which have come from, and are now returning to, the outside world! |
