Congratulating The Taskmaster-Sir

A young woman, visiting her family's stone quarry, is delighted to see that their work-slave is being kept well-whipped by the taskmaster. After the slave's punishment - for alleged laziness - she has him kiss not only her feet, but also his burly taskmaster's feet, by way of congratulating the latter for his skill and prowess with the WHIP!

'M...mercy, m...mistress! No more pain, I b...beg of you...

...Truly I am undone by the WHIP, pretty m...mistress m...madam...

...I will kiss your feet, m...miss!'

The slave is released from his bonds so that he might kiss the pretty mistress's feet

His mistress is so kind towards him! She could have simply ordered the taskmaster to whip him some more for his slavish ineptitude and laziness!

But instead, he is indeed permitted to kiss-respect her feet...

...by way of thanking her for having him whipped!

See how fervently the slave kisses his pretty mistress's feet...

...That's because he fervently wishes to avoid yet more whip-sting!

Such is the POWER of the WHIP to reduce a slave to submission!

There is no greater pain known to man than the STING of a well-wielded WHIP!

Gynarchy slaves will do anything to avoid the WHIP!

Meanwhile, the mighty and magnificent taskmaster-sir looks on with quiet satisfaction at his handiwork with the WHIP on the slave's back!

He watches triumphantly as the mistress switches her feet in front of the kneeling, whipped slave's face!

He congratulates her, and tells her she looks cool having her feet kissed by the blubbering wretch!

A situation which is all down to the WHIP!

All hail the mighty WHIP!

The mistress-madam graciously gives her female permission for the taskmaster to have his feet kissed by the freshly-whipped slave!

She says he deserves it, for his evident skill and dexterity with the WHIP!

'Haha, that's right boy! Kiss my feet. Kiss the feet of your taskmaster, and praise and bless me for whipping you so well!...

...Show the mistress how much you appreciate the corrective STING of my WHIP!...

...Praise both me, and my WHIP!'

'Oh pray master-sir, God bless you master taskmaster-sir! Praise be unto you, sir, and your mighty WHIP!...

...Oh the PAIN, sir! The STING! Oh pray mighty sir, no more WHIP, I beg of thee!...

...I kiss your feet, sir - the feet of a superb whipsman, sir!

...Sir, truly I am undone by your WHIP!...

...Praise be to your WHIP, sir!'

The slave's mistress watches the pathetic slave's self-abasement at the taskmaster's feet with amusement

She revels in her power over the slave...

...and her ability to make him kiss another man's feet - the feet of the man who has just WHIPPED him!

 

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