At Dusk
At dusk, a pretty plantation mistress in the Old Gynarchy makes sure her slave is still toiling hard in her fields. She expects him to work all through the night, even though his work – that of collecting dirt – is entirely nugatory!
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| The plantation mistress threatens her slave at dusk with the WHIP! |
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| She WILL have him work all through the night! |
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| And she will enforce her will with the WHIP - if needs be! |
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| 'Work harder, slave, or you'll feel more sting from my whip on your back!' |
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| 'Harder! Harder, I say!' |
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| 'WORK!' |
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| The enforcer of hard work - the WHIP! |
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| The mistress's shoes. I'll wager the workslave's lowly lips have oftentimes been required to kiss those shoe buckles! |
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| He would certainly be wise to submit to his mistress. Better to work hard, kiss feet and thus avoid the WHIP! |
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| The slave contemplates his lowliness and impotence... |
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| ...and duly kisses his pretty mistress's feet - as a demonstration of his submission and compliance. |
