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For Her Benefit

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A slave must kneel in abject silence at his master’s feet and listen to him boast about his skill and prowess with the WHIP to his pretty girlfriend. There can be no doubt that the slave’s master is a truly magnificent man, who knows how to apply the WHIP to his slave with maximum effect. Hence the slave’s craven cowering at the master’s feet. The master’s girlfriend is both delighted and impressed by her man’s mastery of the WHIP – and the slave! She would love to see the WHIP being put into action! Perhaps the slave will be WHIPPED – just for her benefit? A master-sir boasts to his pretty girlfriend about his skill and dexterity with the WHIP... ...a WHIP which hovers ominously over his slave's humble head! The recipient of the WHIP kneels in craven silence at his mighty master's FEET... ...staring at his master's SANDALS and FOOT HAIRS! The FOOT HAIRS of a REAL MAN! Of course, the pathetic, craven slave would much rather be studying his master's girlfriend...
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Her Pride

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Ms Mukta often likes to show me off to her friends, inviting them to have me kiss their feet. The wonky stocks, cleverly constructed by her handsome and talented husband, my master Simon sir, are her pride and joy!  Ms Mukta proudly explains to one of her friends that the wonkiness of the set of stocks is deliberate... ...as it adds to the painful pressure on my neck nerves!  Meanwhile, I can only listen and look - at my mistress's SOCKS - as she explains the philosophy behind the wonky stocks! My mistress's SOCKS are cleverer than me! I admire  her grey SOCKS... ..and look up to them! As I must now do towards the SOCKS of her guest White SOCKS The SOCKS of a pretty girl... ...that will soon, no doubt, be in my face as she places her SNEAKERED FOOT onto the footblock in front of me! Truly, I am the slave of all my betters' SHOES and SOCKS! I am forbidden to look away from them Their SOCKS are my life! SOCKS!
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Pillory Taunters

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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 h...
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