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!
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| A member of the public sticks her tongue out at me... |
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| ...as is her perfect right! |
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| She is mocking me in my confinement in the pillory |
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| For my humble part, I only have eyes for her SOCKS! |
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| Bright pink dayglo SOCKS! |
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| To match her PINK TONGUE! |
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| My superb gaoler-sir ensures that I maintain a suitably humble demeanour in the face of the young woman's provocation |
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| I must focus on her SOCKS, as befits a pilloried slave! |
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| Her SOCKS!... Her PINK SOCKS! |
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| I'm just a slave |
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| 'Study the young woman's SOCKS, slave, and remember your place!' |
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| My gaoler-sir's own STOCKINGS have often been admired by me... |
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| ...since they are the STOCKINGS of the man holding the WHIP! |
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| The WHIP, I say!... My gaoler's WHIP! |
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| Better to be mocked than to feel the BITING STING of the WHIP! |
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| Pink SOCKS or RED STRIPES... |
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| ...my only choice! |
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| I choose SOCKS! |
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| My humbled head may be close to my pretty tormentress's BREASTS... |
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| ...but it is her SOCKS I remain focused on! |



















