Pilloried Impotence

A pretty member of the public provokes me in the pillory. I must respond to her mocking provocations with the utmost humility and respect, or the WHIP will soon grace my back again:

‘Look down at my feet, slave, and tell me what you see!’

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress madam, this slave sees the most fabulous pair of black leather ankleboots and black socks, madam, begging your pardon, miss, please don’t hurt me miss?’

‘So why aren’t you bowing down before me and kissing my boots and socks, slave? Are you too high and mighty to get down on your knees in the dirt and kiss a girl’s boots, or something?’

‘Oh mistress, oh madam, truly this weak and impotent slave’s greatest regret in life is that he is currently unable to pay his labial respects to your fabulous boots and socks, miss, on account of his being ignominiously confined in the public pillory madam, begging your female forgiveness and understanding miss please don’t excoriate me miss?’

‘Gaoler, WHIP him for not bowing down and kissing my feet!’

‘Yes, miss. It will be my pleasure, miss!’

This stranger is clearly enjoying having me in her FEMALE POWER and at her FEMALE MERCY, as well she might! The irony is that I would genuinely like nothing more than to grovel in the dirt before her and to kiss her BOOTS and SOCKS, on account of her being such a FABULOUS young woman! But the pillory makes me impotent and at the mercy of my BETTERS!

I am ordered to describe a SUPERB YOUNG WOMAN'S BOOTS and SOCKS!

My humbling view of said BOOTS and SOCKS

Oh to be in an ignominious position to kiss those SUPERIOR SOCKTOPS!

But I am impotent to do so, on account of my being confined in the PILLORY!

I beg the young-woman wearer of the BOOTS and SOCKS for her female forgiveness

But it will be to no avail

The gaoler master-sir knows from experience that my pathetic pleadings shall fall on deaf ears

He therefore has his WHIP at the ready! The WHIP, I say!... The WHIP!

I would kiss his SHOES and STOCKINGS if it would mean my being spared from the biting STING of his WHIP!

But the pretty BOOTS and SOCKS I am being ordered to kiss are likewise, frustratingly, out of reach!

My menial mouth belongs on those BOOTS and SOCKS

My lowly slave-lips should be touching them...

...with slavish humility and respect!

But, instead, I shall be feeling the WHIP on my BACK and deservedly so, due to my PILLORIED IMPOTENCE!

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