Waiting To Be Whipped
As an ‘experienced’ slave I have been tethered to the whipping post on many an ignominious occasion. Here you see me being taunted by a free master-sir as I await the dreaded arrival of my mistress with her WHIP. The master sir is mockingly asking me how I feel about being whipped? Am I frightened of the whip? Do I fear its burning sting (a sting which, incidentally, the freemale master-sir himself will never have experienced and never will, since in the Gynarchy of Barbaria only male slaves like me are subject to the WHIP!) I humbly and respectfully confirm to the master-sir that I am indeed awaiting the arrival of the whip with great fear and trepidation, if he would be so kind and understanding to a weak and feeble slave, sir, begging your manly pardon sir? The master-sir laughs at me and settles down on a nearby crate with his cigarette and his can of beer, well out of the way of the WHIP, in order to enjoy watching my whipping as my mistress finally arrives! A master-sir, ...