Gentle Touch

Sometimes my mistress Mukta only has to gently trace the tip of her black leather WHIP over the old stripes on my back to reduce me to a state of abject fear and grovelling at her feet – much to her, and her husband’s, great satisfaction and amusement!

Such is the POWER of the WHIP, even at rest!

Gently tracing the tip of her WHIP across the old sores on my back

The mere feel of the WHIP's threatening BULBOUS TIP is enough to reduce me to abject submission at my mistress's feet!

The BULBOUS TIP!

The SHOE!

The SOCK!

My lowly lips on the SHOE and my nugatory nose on the SOCK!

Better to KISS FEET than FEEL WHIP, in my estimation!

My mistress is amused by her POWER - a POWER afforded to her by her WHIP!

The master too laughs at me!

My master's manly cigarette

My master-sir's manly SHOE and SOCKED ANKLE!

How my owners laugh at me - a grovelling, trembling wretch beneath the WHIP!

The WHIP!

Resting on my bare, bended shoulder blade!

Even at rest, I can feel the WHIP's potential for STING!

Must ingratiate myself with the mistress! Must avoid the STING of the WHIP!

FEET! SHOES! SOCKS! WHIP!...

...Such is my lowly life!

A life dominated by FEAR and COWERING...

...beneath the WHIP and at the SOCK!

The FEMALE SOCK!

The FEMALE WHIP!

I am a perfect illustration of the POWER of the FEMALE WHIP over the male slave!

'M...mercy, m...mistress! Please don't WHIP me, m...mistress? Oh I fear the WHIP, mistress!'


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