Ms Mukta keeps a slave in a cave. She only visits him occasionally in order to WHIP him and to have him kiss-respect her feet!
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The slave cringes in the cave in front of his mistress's legs and WHIP! |
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She has come to WHIP him... |
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...and to have him kiss her feet! |
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He has already felt the biting, burning STING of her lash! |
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Now it is time for the feet kissing! |
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The WHIP still hovers close to the slave's back ready to strike again... |
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...should the cave slave's feetkissing prove unsatisfactory to his mistress! |
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The slave desperately kisses feet in an effort to avoid more WHIP! |
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Ms Mukta makes sure he pays slavish, WHIPPED homage to BOTH her feet! |
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What an eloquent demonstration of pure female power Ms Mukta is... |
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...ordering her cave slave to kiss her feet, her female voice echoing around the chamber! |
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Suddenly, she turns to leave the slave to rot in his subterranean cave-hole |
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now all he can see is the backs of her dirty sneakers |
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But it's a welcome sight for the cave slave to behold |
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For it means he has satisfied his mistress with his slavish feetkissing |
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She, her sneakers, her socks and, most importantly, her WHIP are now departing from his encaved presence |
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Lord only knows when they will be back again! |
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It's entirely in the hands of Ms Mukta - like her WHIP! |
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The slave can only hope and pray he does not have to wait too long for his mistress's return |
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For, although he fears and detests the WHIP, he fears loneliness even more! |