A bright and beautiful young woman torments a stupid and ugly old slave man in the
stocks late at night as she sits comfortably on a pouffe in front of him,
smoking her cigarette – much to the slave’s gaoler-sir’s approval and amusement:
‘Haha, how’s it hangin’, slave? Your neck, I mean? Innit
all stiff and sore, an’ that, from bein’, like, trapped in the stocks, an’ that?’
‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress,
this slave’s neck is indeed in a goodly amount of pain, madam, on account of
the pressure it is under, miss, begging your pardon and understanding miss and
thanking you for your kind enquiry, miss?’
‘Haha, good! You deserve it, innit though slave? Coz you’re,
like, just a slave, an’ that, innit though?’
‘Yes, mistress madam. Indeed, mistress madam. God bless
you, kind miss.’
There is not even a hint of sarcasm in the slave’s voice, as
he has nothing but the utmost slavish respect for his betters.
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| Tormenting the prisoner-slave in the stocks with her kind enquiries |
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| For his humble part, the slave has nothing but the utmost respect for his betters |
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| He respects their CIGARETTES... |
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| ...he respects their SNEAKERS... |
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| ...he respects their SOCKS... |
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| ...he respects their MOCKING FACES AND WORDS directed at him... |
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| ...he respects their ABSOLUTE POWER over him... |
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| ...he respects their GLEEFUL GLOATING over him! |
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| The slave especially respects his GAOLER MASTER-SIR... |
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| ...and his GAOLER MASTER-SIR'S WHIP... |
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| ...and his SHOES and STOCKINGS... |
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| ...though it is the SNEAKERS and SOCKS of his pretty tormentress that he must focus his slavish respect upon right now! |
