Never Happier

Mistress ‘Spiteful’ (she has changed her name by deed poll!) is never happier than when lording it over a helpless prisoner-slave in the public stocks. Here we see her having her feet kissed by one such prisoner-slave whilst she stands over whim with a whip in one hand and a ‘yellow fan of male cowardice’ with which to mock him in the other.

Despite the slave’s frantic efforts to respect-kiss the dirtiest parts of her shoes, goddess-mistress Ms Spiteful Madam has already decided that she will whip the slave – because she can. She crouches down to his lowly face level and shows him the brown leather whip in her all-powerful, female hand, and informs him that she is about to give him 50 lashes across his prone and vulnerable, bare back – not because he has done anything wrong, but simply because she enjoys whipping slaves like him and hearing them cry out in pain! She stresses to him that the whip will hurt, though she has never, and will never, experience the biting, burning sting of the whip herself being a free, female citizen of the Gynarchy, unlike him – a mere slave!

She then stands with one foot resting dominantly on top of the blubbering fool’s humble head as he begs her for mercy:

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress! Oh pray! Oh pray! Not the whip, mistress! I beg of you, mistress! Oh pray, mistress! Your shoe! Your sock! The whip! Oh pity pray, mistress. Oh do, mistress! Oh do have mercy on this poor slave at your feet, pretty mistress. This slave is in your thrall, Madam!’

She laughs out loud at him, and readies herself to move behind him and start whipping him. Ha! Ha! Soon his back shall be the colour of her bright red socks – only with bright red stripes!













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