Sweet Feminine Cane Therapy

Beautiful Gynarchy-goddess, miss Femi madam, is crouching down next to the prisoner-slave in the stocks, with a thin and whippy rattan cane in her dainty, feminine hand, in order to ask him a series of challenging, if rhetorical, questions:

·       She begins by asking him how he is liking it – being confined in the kneeling stocks in the middle of the courtyard?

·       Are his knees sore?

·       Is his neck all sore and stiff?

·       Do his shoulder muscles ache?

·       Does his back ache?

Once the slave has humbly confirmed that he is not enjoying being in the stocks, and that he does indeed ache all over, she then turns her attention to what she might, mockingly, be able to do to help him:

·       She queries whether it would help him to forget the dull, painful aches in his neck, back and shoulders if she were to beat him across his bare back with her thin and whippy cane?

·       She kindly suggests that the sharp sting of the cane would effectively ‘dwarf’ the pain caused by his enforced kneeling position, and would therefore give him something different to focus on?

·       She then laughs at him as, flustered and afraid, he heartily begs her – a young woman in a position of absolute power over him – notto beat him with the cane, and he offers instead to kiss her shoes and socks!

·       She then asks him if he likes her shoes and socks, and stands up in order to hold one of her sneakered and socked feet up to his face so that he can get a better view of it – but she deliberately holds her foot far enough away from his face so that he cannot reach it with his lips. Instead she swivels her ankle in front of him, thereby causing her white sock to crease and fold before his very eyes – mesmerising him!

However, she soon ends her impromptu sock show by moving deftly behind the prisoner with her cane, and smilingly delivering 12 harsh cuts of the cane to his waiting back. She believes, you see, in being cruel to be kind, and, as we have already established, her caning of him is, at least in her pretty eyes, an act of young-womanly kindness and compassion on her part, as the biting sting of the cane is designed to offset the dull, nagging ache in his cramped shoulder and neck muscles. 

Small wonder, then, that the hapless prisoner-slave reluctantly screams his gratitude to mistress Femi in between his howls of anguish – for he knows he is in her power and at her mercy; the mercy of her sweet feminine cane therapy!