Licks

Mukta and her husband Simon enjoy tormenting a prisoner-slave in the pillory. Ms Mukta is mockingly asking the prisoner if he would like a lick of her refreshing ice cream as he appears to be sweating a lot, whilst master Simon sir wittily suggests the only ‘licks’ the slave deserves are the licks to his back from the gaoler’s WHIP!

Everyone laughs - apart from the hapless prisoner-slave. 

Ms Mukta mockingly offering the pilloried prisoner a lick of her ice cream

But he is too distressed to be able eat anything!

His tormentress's sneakers

I'll wager he would rather lick those than an ice cream right now!

Look at Ms Mukta's, inviting creamy white socks peeking out from the tops of her sneakers!

No wonder the nearby magistrate master-sir is laughing at the prisoner in the pillory!

The prisoner must also be getting a humbling view of master Simon's sock!

The sock of a real man. The sock of Ms Mukta's beloved partner!

No wonder master Simon sir looks happy!

The gaoler too is having a good laugh at the pilloried prisoner's expense...

...his whipping fingers just itching to apply several 'licks' of the WHIP to the prisoner's back!

The gaoler sir's shoes and stockings

The face of anguish - the sweating face of the mocked and pilloried prisoner!

The socks of POWER - the socks of Ms Mukta!


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