Come To Gloat Over Me

It’s always an honour to receive a visit in my foothole prison cell from my erstwhile mistress Mukta madam, especially when she is wearing her fetching, red and white tracksuit and even if she has just come to gloat over me and my imprisoned predicament. Plus, of course, to have her feet kiss-respected!

Ms Mukta stops to gloat on her way to my permanent, foothole prison-cell

The contrast between the freedom of her SNEAKERS and my ignominious state of bondage could not be more stark!

She kindly presents me with her right SNEAKER-TOE to kiss, so that I might taste the outside world on her shoes!

Swiftly followed by her left SNEAKER

I do, pathetically, admire the way her smart, red and white tracksuit-leg towers over my humble, imprisoned head!

Meanwhile, my erstwhile mistress continues to gloat over my permanent incarceration...

...which was, of course, at her behest since she (falsely) accused me of neglecting to care for her SOCKS!

She even crouches down to look me in the eye through the 'humble hatch' at the base of my cell door...

...in order to ask me to my face how I am liking it - being permanently confined in the foothole dungeon?

All I can do is stare at her mocking SNEAKERS and SOCKS...

...before they turn their backs on me and walk away, as they are free to do!

I can hear Ms Mukta's triumphant chortles echoing through the foothole-prison corridor...

...as she leaves me to rot!

These visits to my cell give her such enormous pleasure!

Whereas I am defeated and deflated by them

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