At Her Female Mercy

The bright and intelligent, young woman asks me if I am frightened of her, and of what she might do to my face with the whip?

I reply that I am indeed trembling with fear, as I am nothing but a helpless, head-in-the-wall footservant who is humbly at her service and at her mercy.

She laughs and whips me hard across the face – several times.




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