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!
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| WHIPS are the order of the day whenever Ms Mukta madam visits me! |
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| She always likes to bring her own WHIP |
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| Though other ways of hurting me are available to her in my subterranean dungeon! |
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| She also likes to rest her BOOTEd FOOt on top of my humble, confined head |
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| I feel the WEIGHT of her BOOT and SOCK! |
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| FEMALE BOOTS and SOCKS! |
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| My gaoler master-sir watches on - with his WHIP also at the ready! |
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| And the BRANDING IRON! |
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| Truly, I am at this pair's MERCY! |
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| And there isn't a lot of MERCY between them! |
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| Just WHIPS - and PAIN! |
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| I particularly FEAR the FEMALE WHIP, with its BULBOUS TIP! |
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| It dangles by the EDGE of Ms Mukta's SOCK! |
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| Oh, if only she would let me KISS her BOOTS! |
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| Perhaps that way I could elicit some sweet feminine MERCY in her? |
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| But her BOOTED FOOT remains firmly planted on top of my head! |
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| As does her SOCK! |
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| Such a humbling, impotent view from my wooden window! |
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| I can observe my gaoler-master's familiar SHOES and STOCKINGS in the background |
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| And his equally familiar WHIP! |
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| WHIPS, BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS... |
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| ...such is my lowly, subterranean life! |
