The Passion of Ms Selina

Ms Selina’s passion is to visit slaves in the Gynarchy dungeons and torment them immediately prior to their punishment whippings. Let’s watch her indulging in her passion:

























‘Gosh, it’s so hot and stuffy down here, slave! How can you stand it? Here, let me fan your face with my yellow fan! Ha! Ha! I’m afraid it signifies male weakness, and that you are nothing but a cowardly yellowbelly. Mind you, that’s probably the least of your worries, given that you are about to be whipped by the Cardinal, isn’t it slave? Ha! Ha! Are you looking forward to receiving your red shirt? I expect it will smart a bit – unlike mine! Ha! Ha!

Never mind – we like the colour red, don’t we slave? I mean, don’t you like my red socks? Wouldn’t you like to nose them and nuzzle them? It’s a pity you can’t move your neck, otherwise I would let you trace the lines of cotton stitching in my socks with the sensitive tip of your nose! But I’m afraid, given your position, you’ll just have to admire them from afar! Ha! Ha!

Aren’t you ashamed, slave? Aren’t you ashamed that you can’t take a girl up on her kind offer to let you nuzzle her socks? Tch! Shame on you, ungrateful cur! You deserve to be whipped!

Whip him hard, Cardinal. And whip him long! Make him wear the smart of your whip. For this wretched, ungrateful slave is refusing to nose my socks! Give him a long memory of you and your mighty whip! Might I stay and watch, Cardinal sir?...’


Ha! Ha! Ms Selina is certainly in good form tonight, isn’t she? I’m told that sometimes she just crouches down next to a hapless, about-to-be-whipped prisoner-slave in the stocks and repeatedly whispers in his ear:

‘You’re going to be whipped!...You’re going to be whipped!...You’re going to be whipped!...You’re going to be whipped!...’

Anything up to a thousand times, they say! Understandably, such verbal torment is said to drive the prisoner-slave insane with fear and trepidation at his impending chastisement. So, you could say, that today she is being merciful in merely ‘fanning’ the slave’s fears to a much more limited degree! Ha! Ha!

Whatever, she clearly lovesthe power her hobby gives her over the prisoner-slaves. No wonder the Gynarchy prison authorities indulge her in her passion. She’s a priceless treasure, and very much to be admired!

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