A beautiful young woman asks me how I am liking it – being confined
in the pillory? I humbly and politely respond that I am not liking it that
much, madam, as I am ignominiously prevented from kneeling down before her in
order to kiss-respect her fabulous BOOTS and SOCKS, if she would be so kind and
forgiving, miss, and begging her female pardon, miss?
It is the tragedy of the pillory that I can look
at, but not touch, my tormentors’ footwear!
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| A pretty girl mocks and torments me as I languish in the public pillory |
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| I must confess to her my enormous frustration at not being in a position to kiss-respect her BOOTS and SOCKS! |
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| You will note that, being a slave, I am not interested in the mistress's breasts... |
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| ...only her fabulous BOOTS and SOCKS... |
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| ...as befits a slave imprisoned in the pillory! |
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| Oh to get my menial mouth on that BOOTLEATHER! |
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| To trace my tongue along those zipper-tracks! |
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| To nuzzle the tops of her SOCKS below her knees! |
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| I apologise profusely to the BOOTS and SOCKS for not being able to demonstrate my respect and admiration for them! |
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| Pray for give me, BOOTS!... Pray forgive me, SOCKS! |
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| Oh BOOTS and SOCKS have mercy on me, madams! |
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| SOCKS!... Oh SOCKS!... Oh pity pray, oh SOCKS!... Pity a poor prisoner-slave in the pillory! |
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