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Mocking Me To My Confined Face

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After the muscular master-sir has finished with me, regular visitor to my pillory, Ms Mukta madam, mocks me to my confined face, grabbing hold of my chin and asking me how I had liked it – being WHIPPED by a stranger, and by a man to boot? I humbly confess to mistress Mukta madam that I had liked it, but not that much madam, since the master-sir WHIPPED very well, and the lingering STING of his WHIP on the backs of my legs is considerable, if she would be so kind and understanding and begging her female pardon and forgiveness madam? She laughs out loud at me. I can smell curry on my tormentress’s breath as I stare admiringly down at her SNEAKERS and SOCKS from my ignominious wooden window. Asking me how I had liked it... ...being WHIPPED by a strange man? Don't I feel shame and humiliation at my helplessness? The muscular master-sir has certainly left his mark on me with his WHIP! I confess to regular visitor Ms Mukta madam that I am in a goodly amount of pain, begging her fema...
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Open To Bribes

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As a pilloried slave, I am very much at the mercy of any passing strangers who wish to exercise their whipping muscles. My esteemed gaoler-sir is always open to bribes! A magnificent, muscular master-sir bribes my esteemed gaoler-sir to let him WHIP me late at night All I can do is study my WOULD-BE WHIPPER'S BOOTS... ...as the corrupt transaction takes place in front of my humble head! The muscular master-sir has even brought along his own STURDY WHIP! I can observe the WHIP'S BULBOUS TIP That's going to STING! I can observe too how the mighty master-sir has a firm grasp of his WHIP! He is, indeed, a MOST POWERFUL MAN! A MAN who clearly LOVES TO WHIP... ...and is prepared to pay for the privilege of doing so! As for my corrupt gaoler-sir, he is happy just to pocket the GOLD COIN! I steel myself for some serious PAIN. In the Gynarchy of Barbaria, the life of a slave is a life of WHIPS!  
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My Reward

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I know my place as a slave, and it’s kneeling next to the feet of my betters as they enjoy a beer in an outdoor café in the Chinatown area of the city. No beer for me, of course – just the reward of observing my mistress Zhi-Qiao’s sneakers and socks at close quarters. My lowly place is always at the feet of my betters as they celebrate their freedom high above me Here you see me studying my mistress  Zhi-Qiao’s sneakers and socks I can observe the DIRT she has walked in on the SOLES of her SNEAKERS But my primary focus is on the tiny slither of WHITE SOCK peeking out the top of her SNEAKER That's because I am, officially, her personal 'sock slavey'... ...and must therefore acquaint myself throughout the day with any movements in her SOCKS It is such an honour , albeit an humbling one, to kneel so close to my pretty mistress's SOCKS! Her SOCKS own  me! Though she herself is oblivious to my unending, slavish devotion to her SOCKS! Indeed, her SOCKS, and by extension her ...
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One Thing I've Learnt

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If there’s one thing I’ve learnt over my many years of domestic bondage and enslavement, thanks largely to the biting STING of the WHIP, it’s to always slavishly greet your masters when they return home by effusively welcoming them through the kissing of their feet. Better to kiss feet and be pleasing to your masters, than to earn their wrath and feel the warm embrace of their WHIP! It is my master Simon sir - as the head of household, the Alpha male - who is first to step towards my face He switches his loafered feet in front of me to facilitate my lowly lips in paying their labial homage to his SHOES I like to kiss his SHOELACES, as they remind me of the LEATHER WHIP that awaits my back if I fail to please him! If there's one thing I've learnt after years of enslavement, it's that it's better to KISS FEET than FEEL WHIP! I humbly and reverentially study the master-sir's SOCK... ...the SOCK of a real  man! Meanwhile, my mistress's SOCKS look on, patiently await...
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