Tragedy Of The Pillory

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!

A pretty girl mocks and torments me as I languish in the public pillory

I must confess to her my enormous frustration at not being in a position to kiss-respect her BOOTS and SOCKS!

You will note that, being a slave, I am not interested in the mistress's breasts...

...only her fabulous BOOTS and SOCKS...

...as befits a slave imprisoned in the pillory!

Oh to get my menial mouth on that BOOTLEATHER!

To trace my tongue along those zipper-tracks!

To nuzzle the tops of her SOCKS below her knees!

I apologise profusely to the BOOTS and SOCKS for not being able to demonstrate my respect and admiration for them!

Pray for give me, BOOTS!... Pray forgive me, SOCKS!

Oh BOOTS and SOCKS have mercy on me, madams!

SOCKS!... Oh SOCKS!... Oh pity pray, oh SOCKS!... Pity a poor prisoner-slave in the pillory!


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