Pretty taskmistress Ms Mukta madam ensures that the old
quarry slave performs his humiliating, backbreaking and nugatory task of
breaking up pebbles with a small hammer. She does so by liberal use of her
WHIP!
Every so often, the slave kisses her boots and pleads for
mercy. But it only brings him temporary respite.
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| Pretty taskmistress mukta is in charge as the elderly quarry slave must break rocks |
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| She ensures his 'productivity' by means of her WHIP! |
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| All day long he must kneel in the hot summer sun and break tiny rocks with his hammer |
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| 'Work harder, slave, or you'll feel more of my whip's sting!' |
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| 'Oh pray, taskmistress Ms Mukta madam. Oh beg! No more whip please, madam, I beg thee!' |
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| Taskmistress Mukta enjoys having her boots kissed by a trembling slave! |
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| But not for long: 'Get back to work, slave!... WORK!' |
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| The slave knows better than to prevaricate any longer... |
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| ...Ms Mukta's WHIP is never far from his back! |
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| Nor are her boots and socks! |
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| Her boots, her socks, her WHIP - the methods of her control over the pathetic slave! |
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| He lives for her socks, and will do anything to please them! |
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| 'Harder, slave! Work harder, or you'll feel more STING from my WHIP!' |
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| The quarry slave is just another weed, down amongst the quarry weeds! |
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| It's a weediness born out of fear of his pretty taskmistress's WHIP! |
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| Such a pretty face and a pretty arm - yet capable of inflicting so much PAIN! |
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| 'WORK, SLAVE! WORK!' |
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| The boots and socks of taskmistressly authority... |
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| ...along with the taskmistressly WHIP! |
