Long Live The Lash!




































This whipped slave must not only thank his pretty, Indian mistress for whipping him by kissing her on the socks – he must also sing the praises of her lash, the very lash that has just stung his back so badly! Let’s listen to him grovel at her socked feet:

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress. Oh pray, oh bless! Praise be to you, mistress, and thank you for disciplining me so mightily with your whip, madam! Truly the whip will teach me respect and obedience towards you, and towards all who happen my way, mistress. Long live the lash, madam! I kiss you on the socks.’

Haha! He’s nothing but a pathetic, whipped sock kisser. No wonder his mistress is laughing at him! Such is the power of the whip to humble a manservant. Long live the lash!

Note how the bulbous tip of the used lash dangles ominously by the side of the slave’s humble head – an ever present threat for him, and surely an additional incentive, should one be needed, for him to kiss his mistress’s socks most diligently!

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