She loves her husband; she loves to whip her slave. In fact,
the two are linked – for whipping her slave always makes her feel loving and
horny, towards her husband!
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Ms Mukta loves her husband. And why wouldn't she? He is, after all, a magnificent man! |
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Likewise, she loves to WHIP her slave |
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And again, why wouldn't she? He is, after all, a pathetic excuse for a man! |
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He has lived his whole life under the WHIP! And always will! |
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The WHIP! |
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Shhe how the WHIP's mighty STING is etched on his face as he must kneel behind his mistress's feet... |
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...and stare at the tops of her socks... |
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...studying the stitching in her socks through his squinted eyes... |
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...and, indeed, with his pained face not a million miles away from the socks of his magnificent master-sir... |
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...as the latter lovingly embraces his wife high above the whipped slave! |
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The slave has been well and truly laid low by the WHIP |
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And rightly so, for he belongs on the floor, on his hands and knees, behind his betters' shoes and socks... |
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...as they lovingly embrace one another |
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The WHIP remains a constant threat to the slave! |
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It is never far from his back, just as his mistress's socks are never far from his face! |
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Better to obediently study sock, than to feel WHIP! |