Giving Her Slavey A Temporal Massage

Sometimes, as an extra punishment whilst I am imprisoned in the wonky stocks in her back garden, Ms Mukta gives me one of her so-called ‘slavey temporal massages’, whereby she cruelly and maliciously digs her index fingers into the sides of my temples, thus agitating the auriculotemporal nerve-endings and thereby causing me great pain which then spreads into the rest of my humble head and confined neck nerves.

It's agony – an agony only compounded by the fact that I am obliged to look at her shoes and socks as she crouches down before me, yet I cannot reach them to kiss them and beg her for mercy - much to her manly husband's amusement, since he is the clever one who invented the wonky stocks! 

Giving me an excruciating slavey temple massage

As I scream, Ms Mukta mockingly asks me if I am enjoying it?

All I can see are her crouching sneakers and socks before me

I'm certainly not enjoying that, since her sneakers and socks are beyond the reach of my menial, begging-for-mercy mouth!

Ms Mukta looks almost manic as she agitates my auriculotemporal nerve-endings!

Pain!... Pain!... All is PAIN!

M...mercy, m... mistress!... M...mercy!

The pain, mistress!

Oh I beg you, mistress Mukta madam...

...pray have mercy on a poor slavey, m... mistress m... madam!

But, whenever she is punishing me, Ms Mukta is never inclined to show mercy

As she correctly points out, mercy is for the obedient...

...not the incompetent!

I am acutely aware of her nearby SOCKS...

...which only adds to my agony!

The agony of frustration - at not being able to reach them to kiss them!

'Oh mercy, m... mistress Mukta!... Your SOCKS!...

Meanwhile, Ms Mukta's husband, my master Simon sir, watches on with smug and complacent satisfacton

And rightly so, for not only did her cleverly invent the wonky stocks in which I am so helplessly confined...

...the master-sir knows his wife's fingers will only ever bring him pleasure...

...not pain like me!

Pain... The stocks... fingers... SOCKS!...

Such is my lowly life right now!

At the feet and at the mercy of my mistress!

I plead! I beg!...

But all to no avail. Her SOCKS are simply not forthcoming!


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