Visit

Regular visitor to my subterranean dungeon, Ms Mukta madam, always brings her WHIP with her - just in case my gaoler master-sir would rather not loan her his WHIP.

Either way, I can pretty much guarantee being WHIPPED when Ms Mukta comes a-calling!

WHIPS are the order of the day whenever Ms Mukta madam visits me!

She always likes to bring her own WHIP

Though other ways of hurting me are available to her in my subterranean dungeon!

She also likes to rest her BOOTEd FOOt on top of my humble, confined head

I feel the WEIGHT of her BOOT and SOCK!

FEMALE BOOTS and SOCKS!

My gaoler master-sir watches on - with his WHIP also at the ready!

And the BRANDING IRON!

Truly, I am at this pair's MERCY!

And there isn't a lot of MERCY between them!

Just WHIPS - and PAIN!

I particularly FEAR the FEMALE WHIP, with its BULBOUS TIP!

It dangles by the EDGE of Ms Mukta's SOCK!

Oh, if only she would let me KISS her BOOTS!

Perhaps that way I could elicit some sweet feminine MERCY in her?

But her BOOTED FOOT remains firmly planted on top of my head!

As does her SOCK!

Such a humbling, impotent view from my wooden window!

I can observe my gaoler-master's familiar SHOES and STOCKINGS in the background

And his equally familiar WHIP!

WHIPS, BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS...

...such is my lowly, subterranean life!
 

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