No Leeway

Taskmistress Ms Priscilla madam is no respecter of age. She certainly allows no leeway to the more elderly galley slaves in her charge! She expects all her slaves to pull their weight, however weak and feeble they may appear to be. And her WHIP very much ensures that they do!

‘Put your bony old back into it, slave, or your ribcage will once again feel the warm embrace of my WHIP!’

‘Yes, taskmistress Ms Priscilla madam. Oh pray, taskmistress Ms Priscilla madam, please don’t WHIP me, taskmistress Ms Priscilla madam. I will work harder, mistress! Oh truly I fear the WHIP, mistress madam! Madam I will kiss your BOOTS, madam?'’

‘Put your bony old back into it, slave...

...or your ribcage will once again feel the warm embrace of my WHIP!’

‘Yes, taskmistress Ms Priscilla madam. Oh pray, taskmistress Ms Priscilla madam... 

...please don’t WHIP me, taskmistress Ms Priscilla madam. I will work harder, mistress!

I look over towards her BOOTS...

...as she towers ominously next to me with her LONG LEATHER WHIP!

'Oh truly I fear the WHIP, mistress madam!...

...Madam I will kiss your BOOTS, madam?'’


My pleas for mercy and my pathetic offer to KISS HER BOOTS, tickle taskmistress Ms Priscilla madam!

She REVELS in the POWER which the WHIP gives to her; the POWER to make a slave grovel for mercy at her BOOTS!

All hail the WHIP - source of taskmistress Priscilla madam's mistressly POWER over us!

She audibly chuckles at my fearful obsequiousness as she listens to my pathetic pleadings directed towards her BOOTS! But, better to be laughed at than WHIPPED!

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