Good Signal


Please don’t think for one nanosecond that Ms Mukta, sweet and kind young woman that she is, is seated above the prisoner-slave in the stocks in order to keep him company on this cold and frosty evening. She certainly has no interest whatsoever in the wellbeing of a slave – let alone a frigid, impotent and whipped slave like him!

No, it’s simply that, for some reason, her mobile phone gets a good signal on this spot, thereby enabling her to have a long and loving conversation with her manly husband, master Simon Sir, who, unfortunately for him, is having to work a night shift.

Ha! Ha! Never mind, pathetic slave! Perhaps you can use the warmth from Ms Mukta’s socks to warm the sides of your forlorn face? Ha! Ha! You can use her socked ankles as ear muffs!











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