She Loves Her Whip

Ms Mukta loves her whip! See how she holds it threateningly over the kneeling slave at her feet – a slave desperate to avoid the searing, burning sting of the female whip on his bare back. Judging by the state of his back he is not unfamiliar with the whip’s caress, but that is all the more reason why he grovels at the feet of the whip-holder, begging her for sweet feminine mercy! 

Note how he must bow his humble head in front of her black sock as he feverishly kisses her red, white and blue sneaker. He wishes, right now, that he could be that sock – absorbing his mistress’s stinky foot moisture into the very fibre of his being, and yet at the same time immune to the whip’s mighty sting! However, he knows he can never be good enough to be Ms Mukta’s sock; he is too ugly, and too stupid, to be a girl’s sock! And so he grovels, and begs, and kisses feet – not that it will do him any good. For if there’s one thing Ms Mukta loves more than her whip, it’s using it!













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