Showing Me His Whip
A crouching master-sir shows off his WHIP to me as I kneel powerlessly in the stocks before him late at night. He explains to me how much it will hurt when he applies the WHIP to my bare back!
I humbly look down at the master-sir’s boots and plead for his
manly mercy.
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| Showing me his WHIP and telling me how much it will HURT as I kneel helplessly before him | 
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| I plead to the mighty master-sir's BOOTS for mercy! | 
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| I tell him how much I respect and fear his WHIP! | 
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| And I pray to his manly BOOTS for masculine mercy, sirs! | 
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| I'm frightened of the MAN and his WHIP! | 
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| I pray. I beg. | 
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| I offer to kiss the MAN'S BOOTS | 
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| Better to KISS BOOT than FEEL WHIP! | 
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| The WHIP or the BOOT. My only choice! | 
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| The MAN seems unmoved by my pathetic, impotent pleadings | 
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| He wants to WHIP me, therefore WHIPPED I shall be! | 
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| Still I plead - anything to avoid the mighty STING of the MALE WHIP! | 
 
 
