Unspoken Desires

My gaoler master-sir likes to show off his power and authority over me in front of petty girls. Here you see him taunting me with his WHIP, asking me if I ‘like wearing its STING’?

The pretty girl, who is tucking into a tasty beefburger, appears impressed at his antics, and finds me amusing, especially when the gaoler-sir tells her that he frequently has me kiss his feet! I must secretly confess, I would much rather be kissing the young woman’s feet, may I be sorely whipped for saying so!

My magnificent gaoler master-sir shows off in front of a young-woman visitor to the pillory...

...ostentatiously showing me his WHIP, and asking me if I am enjoying wearing its STING?

The young woman, who is enjoying a burger, is highly amused by the gaoler-sir's POWER and AUTHORITY over me...

...a POWER afforded to him by the WHIP!

I tremble at the very sight of it...

...and try to focus on my gaoler-sir's SHOES, especially when he informs the visitor that he often has me kiss-respect them!

I must silently confess, I would much rather be kissing her SHOES!

And nuzzling her SOCKS!

I respect my master-sir's DIRTY WHITE SOCKS, of course, but the BLACK SOCKS of the mistress-madam are SUPERB!

Either way, the force of the pillory compels me to look down towards my betters' SOCKS...

...and to examine the STAINS and CREASES in their SOCKS!

The young woman joins in with my gaoler-master's mockery of me, filming me as she sarcastically offers me a bite from her half-eaten burger!

Though I am indeed hungry, I must humbly decline her kind offer...

...explaining to the pretty mistress-madam that I am not worthy to touch any food that has been inside her superior mouth...

...begging her female pardon and craving her forgiveness and understanding, kind miss?

Even her SOCKS are creased up with laughter at my obsequious and self-deprecating response

The gaoler-master is highly amused at my slavish self-denial too...

...since he hasn't fed me for two days. He spends most of my food budget on himself...

...which he is perfectly entitled to do, since I am in his charge and at his mercy!

And, of course, at the mercy of his WHIP!

I look humbly down at the FEET of my BETTERS...

...as I respectfully decline the mistress's kind offer of her half-eaten food

To be honest, pathetic slave that I am, I hunger more for a taste of her SOCKS!


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