Tweezers

My mistress Mukta is angry with me because she caught me glancing over towards another girl’s socks earlier today without her permission. She has therefore whipped me and placed me in the set of ‘wonky stocks’, designed by her husband my master Simon sir, at the bottom of their garden, where she has informed me I shall be detained all night!

As an additional punishment, she is also now pinching my confined earlobe with a pair of tweezers, causing me a goodly amount of pain. I beg to her for mercy, in amongst my anguish, seeking to assure my mistress that I have learnt my lesson, and will never again take my eyes off her socks without her express permission.

She twists my earlobe all the harder!

Hell hath no fury...

...like a mistress's socks scorned!

I deserve all I get as my mistress Mukta punishes me for disrespecting her socks, utilising a pair of tweezers!

The socks I have scorned

What a fool I was! I mean, what's not to admire about my mistress's dark brown socks?

And now the twisting tweezers are teaching me a valuable slave-lesson in loyalty to one's mistress's socks!

I am, of course, helpless and at Ms Mukta's mercy

And the quality of mercy in Ms Mukta is often strained!

She doesn't suffer slave-fools gladly!

Indeed, she enjoys punishing her slaves!

'Mercy, m...mistress! M...mercy...

...I will be a good slave to your socks from now on!'


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