Ms Mukta madam is once again showing me off to a friend - her whipped, caged footslave! She invites her friend to place her sneakered foot through the bars of my basement cage for me to kiss-respect, which she promptly does (and I promptly do!)
I then overhear the young-woman wearer of the sneakers politely asking if she could watch whilst my mistress Mukta whips me, to which my mistress proudly replies she would be only too happy to whip me for her friend's delectation!
As my mistress Mukta temporarily leaves the basement to fetch her pride and joy - her dreaded WHIP - I implore the young woman visitor to have mercy on me, and humbly beseech her not to have me whipped! I even resort to feverishly kissing her on the sock! But she just laughs at me and says no amount of sock-kissing shall spare me from the whip, as she is going to enjoy watching me suffer!
I continue to kiss her fancy, flowery-themed sock regardless, because it is the right thing for an about-to-be-whipped slave to do!
On her return to the basement, my mistress delights in showing off her black leather whip to her friend, whilst I humbly focus on staring at her friend's sock - the sock of the young woman who has commissioned, and will soon witness, my sore whipping!
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| Showing me off to her friend! |
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| She invites her friend to have me kiss her feet through the bars of my basement cage |
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| I admire the visitor's flowery-themed, yellow and pink socks |
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| Ms Mukta madam delights in her friend's excitement at having a caged slave kissing her feet! |
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| Her friend says she wishes she owned a slave! |
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| She would whip him every day! |
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| My humbling view of my would-be whipper's sock! |
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| I assiduously kiss the visitor's feet, in an effort to please her - and thus be pleasing to my mistress Mukta |
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| I can't take my eyes off the young woman's lovely sock! |
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| Such a pretty, feminine sock! |
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| I can even make out the individual stitches in the sock, so close is my face to it! |
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| Oh to be a stitch in that flowery, feminine sock... |
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| ...absorbing the pretty wearer's natural, feminine footsweat into the very fibre of my being! |
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| I admire my own mistress Mukta's white socks also, of course! |
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| But the socks of the visitor are particularly intriguing because of their pretty and colourful patterns! |
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| The pretty sock-wearer suddenly asks my mistress if she can watch me being whipped? |
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| My mistress Mukta is only too happy to indulge her, and leaves to fetch her pride and joy - her WHIP! |
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| Meanwhile, I plead with the visitor-mistress to spare me from the WHIP! |
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| I even kiss her on the sock... |
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| ...the same sock I admire so much! |
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| But the sock-wearer just laughs at me and says no amount of sock-kissing shall spare me from the STING of the WHIP! |
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| She wants to watch me being whipped, so whipped I shall be! |
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| On her return to the basement, my mistress Mukta proudly shows off her pride and joy to her friend... |
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| ...her black leather, cowhide WHIP! |
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| All I can humbly do is stare the instigator of my forthcoming whipping in the sock, and brace myself for the pain to come! |
