His Delegated Authority
My hillbilly master and mistress enjoy laughing at me in their farmyard pillory – just after the master-sir has WHIPPED me, as is his perfect delegated free-male right under the Female Laws of the Gynarchy! ‘Haha, you WHIPPED! You a WHIPPED slave!... ...Maybe I WHIP you some more, slave?’ My master and mistress have a good laugh at me as I languish at their mercy in their barn pillory The master-sir's finger of mocking power... ...pointing straight at my confined face! His other hand holds the dreaded WHIP! For my humble and impotent part, all I can do is look down at my betters' FEET At the master-sir's SLIPPERS and CREASED BLACK SOCKS... ...and the mistress-madam's (i.e. his wife's) ornate BROWN LEATHER BOOTS ...and RED and WHITE TUBESOCKS. Her SOCKS are also CREASED, though not as much as the master-sir's! 'Oh pray masters, not the WHIP I prithee? Oh beg, masters? Oh the WHIP, masters?'