Begging Her Socks For Mercy
Here we see a lowly prisoner-slave in the stocks being required by a Gynarchy priest sir to beg a beautiful young woman’s socks for mercy in front of her husband and the couple’s pet dog . Let’s listen in to the prisoner’s pathetic pleadings:
What would youhave said to Ms Mukta’s socks to try to elicit mercy in them? Clearly the wretched prisoner-slave hadn’t done enough to convince them to show him mercy, but maybe you could beg them in a more eloquent manner, and thereby at least reduce your sentence to a fewer number of strokes?
‘Oh pray, mistress Mukta’s socks! Oh pray! Truly this slave admires your blue and white stripes, mistress Mukta’s socks, but implores you not to have your stripy pattern replicated on his already sore back, mistresses, with yet further sore and red stripes from the whip, mistresses Ms Mukta’s socks! Oh pray, socks! Oh pray! Have mercy on this wretched slave, I beseech you! Truly I am in your power and at your mercy! Oh socks! Oh magnificent socks! Oh masters! Have pity! Oh pray, the socks!...’
Ha! Ha! What a wimp! No wonder everyone is laughing at him – including the couple’s pet dog. A fully grown man, begging a pair of stripy, girl’s socks for mercy and to spare him from the whip! How pathetic is that?
Note how his already ugly face is contorted even more by fear – fear of the priest’s whip! And note too how, in contrast to his incarcerated humble head, Ms Mukta’s pretty head is free to move about as she observes the prisoner’s pathetic pleadings over her socks from several different angles, and as she then looks over towards her husband and to the priest master-sir in turn, revelling in their manly approval and admiration for her female power as she humbles a slave with her socks.
Needless to say, Ms Mukta’s socks decide not to show the prisoner-slave any clemency, and Ms Mukta, the beautiful wearer of the socks and their eloquent spokesperson, exhorts the priest master-sir to kindly whip the prisoner 40 times in the presence of her socks. And so, having begged and blubbered into them, the slave now finds himself screaming into Ms Mukta’s blue and white stripy socks, much to everyone’s continued amusement. Later he will doubtless weep into them, as consecutive waves of lingering whip-pain continue to pulse through his confined and beaten body. And rightly so!
What would youhave said to Ms Mukta’s socks to try to elicit mercy in them? Clearly the wretched prisoner-slave hadn’t done enough to convince them to show him mercy, but maybe you could beg them in a more eloquent manner, and thereby at least reduce your sentence to a fewer number of strokes?
