Pillory Taunters

Some people like to taunt me in the pillory, showing me their SOCKS and asking me how I feel – not being able to study their SOCKS close-up and in detail? They know full well, of course, that it is immensely frustrating for me not to be able to study their individual SOCK STITCHES!

Here you see regular visitor to the pillory, Ms Mukta madam, teasing and taunting me with her plain, grey socks in front of the other men in her life – real men: her husband; my gaoler-sir; and the magistrate master-sir who sentenced me to confinement in the pillory for an indeterminate period!

A group of men enjoy watching my regular tormentress, Ms Mukta madam, taunting me in the pillory with her grey SOCKS!

The magistrate master-sir is even mocking me verbally, asking me why I am not kissing Ms Mukta's SOCKS? 

Aren't they good enough for me, he asks?

It's a rhetorical question, of course - laden with sarcasm - for we both know Ms Mukta's SOCKS are indeed worthy of my menial mouth's homage!

Sadly, though, her SOCKS are just too far away from my confined face for me to be able to kiss-respect them!

That's the frustration of the pillory. A set of low-lying neck-stocks would be preferable!

That way, at least, my face would be close to my tormentors' FEET!

But, from here, all I can do is look, and long - long to be able to kiss those SOCKS!

And not just my tormentress's SOCKS, but her husband's SOCKS also...

...the SOCKS of a fine man!

A mighty man! A man who is my infinite BETTER!

I hear Ms Mukta's laughter (and smell her breath) as she continues to verbally berate me for supposedly 'disrespecting' her SOCKS!

She says she hopes the magistrate master-sir will prolong my sentence to another 6 weeks in the pillory, in view of my neglect of her SOCKS?

The gaoler-sir chuckles at Ms Mukta's excellent suggestion!

As well he might, for it would no doubt suit him to be paid overtime for my extra supervision in the pillory!

All I can do is quietly, and respectfully, look upon Ms Mukta's haughtily outstretched foot beneath me...

...and try to focus on the sliver of visible grey SOCK...

...imagining what it would be like to nose that SOCK, and feel its soft creases on my face!


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