Wearing The Sting Of Another Man's Whip

After a master-sir has WHIPPED me, a young woman crouches down to ask me how I am liking it – wearing the STING of another man’s WHIP on my back – whilst she casually smokes in my face.

I humbly and respectfully explain to her that I am liking it, but not that much, as I’m pathetic and impotent like that madam, begging her female pardon and forgiveness, miss?

She laughs out loud at me, her female laughter echoing around the empty town square as her stale smoker’s breath envelops my nostrils.

Humbly apologising to the customer-mistress for wearing the STING of another man's WHIP on my back

I explain that I'm pathetic, and impotent, like that

My humbling view of the young woman's legwarmers from my ignominious 'wooden window'

Her cigarette smoke gets in my eyes

My stripy shirt, courtesy of the master-sir's WHIP!

I blubber and sob in my impotence, shame and pain

Even the young woman's legwarmers are creased up with laughter at me!

They aren't in any pain!

Unlike me! Her legwarmers are tall and proud. I am weak and feeble

How the bright young woman despises me as I languish before her, with a SORELY-WHIPPED back, in the STOCKS!

On hearing my pathetic grovellings she laughs heartily at me...

...before taking a drag on her cigarette in front of my confined face

I continue to admire her legwarmer-tops

There's not much else for me to look at down here...

...just the CREASES in her SOFT, COTTON LEGWARMERS...

...especially around her ANKLES

Plus, of course, her PAINTED TOENAILS!

I've therefore got female SMOKE, LAUGHTER, LEGWARMERS and VARNISHED TOENAILS - all IN MY FACE!


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