Pulling Faces

People love pulling faces at me in the pillory, especially as they know I must maintain a respectful and sombre demeanour in their superior presence, as is befitting in a slave. My gaoler master-sir will also see to that!

A member of the public sticks her tongue out at me...

...as is her perfect right!

She is mocking me in my confinement in the pillory

For my humble part, I only have eyes for her SOCKS!

Bright pink dayglo SOCKS!

To match her PINK TONGUE!

My superb gaoler-sir ensures that I maintain a suitably humble demeanour in the face of the young woman's provocation

I must focus on her SOCKS, as befits a pilloried slave!

Her SOCKS!... Her PINK SOCKS!

I'm just a slave

'Study the young woman's SOCKS, slave, and remember your place!'

My gaoler-sir's own STOCKINGS have often been admired by me...

...since they are the STOCKINGS of the man holding the WHIP!

The WHIP, I say!... My gaoler's WHIP!

Better to be mocked than to feel the BITING STING of the WHIP!

Pink SOCKS or RED STRIPES...

...my only choice!

I choose SOCKS!

My humbled head may be close to my pretty tormentress's BREASTS...

...but it is her SOCKS I remain focused on!


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