Told You So, Slave!

Ha! Ha! Told you so, slave! I warned you that you were about to be whipped – and now you have been!

See how your mistress stands and admires her handiwork on your back. And soon she is joined by her husband – your master. He is very proud of his wife, and of her skill and dexterity with the whip!

Note how he, unlike you, is not afraid of the female whip – for he knows it will never make contact with his manly, free-male back. Indeed, quite the opposite – he embraces his wife and her whip, and they are soon kissing and cuddling one another in front of you, turned on, no doubt, by the sights and sounds of your suffering.

They then head off to their house, leaving you dangling in pain from the whipping post, your stripy shame writ large on your back for all to see. As they turn their unmarked backs to walk away from you, all you can see out of the corner of your tearful eye are the backs of your master and mistress’s shoes and socks – the shoes and socks of your betters!






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