Beautiful Whipper

It’s a Friday evening and all over the world free males are preparing themselves for a date with their loving wives or girlfriends, looking forward to kissing and caressing their soft skin and warm bodies.

Meanwhile in one of the Gynarchy’s gloomy, underground dungeons a slave male is preparing himself for the harsh caress of the female whip as he kisses his beautiful whipper’s boots and socks in abject fear and trepidation. Pain shall be his only companion for the rest of the weekend – as it is every weekend, for a weekly whipping of 50 lashes is part of his lifetime punishment of confinement in the dungeon stocks.

His crime? Insolence towards a female customer whilst he had been serving out on the streets as a public footslave. He had addressed her as ‘Madam’, when she prefers to be called ‘Miss’, and thus she had reported him to the Female Authorities. And rightly so.


















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