Inquisitive And Incredulous

My mistress Mukta's good friend and neighbour, master George sir, is both inquisitive and incredulous as I beg him to intercede with my mistress and beseech her not to WHIP me. He is inquisitive because he himself has never had to endure the burning, biting STING of a WHIP (and never will do, being a FREE MAN) and he is incredulous as I am prepared to do absolutely anything, including kissing his feet, to try to avoid the WHIP's mighty STING!

Master George sir inquisitively asks me if I am not frightened by the prospect of being WHIPPED by my mistress?

I humbly stare at his SHOES and SOCKS as he interrogates me as to my attitude to the WHIP!

Such fabulous SHOES and SOCKS!

Don't I fear the WHIP and its BITING STING?

Surely no slave would actually wish to be WHIPPED by the FEMALE WHIP?

Master George sir also says that I must be ruing the day I allowed my mistress's SOCKS to become creased on her calves...

..much to her IRE?

I humbly and respectfully assure master George sir that I do indeed rue the day (i.e. today), and plead to be permitted to kiss his feet in the hope that he may agree to intercede with the mistress on my humble behalf?

Master George sir kindly, if incredulously, does permit me to kiss his feet, but says that he cannot guarantee anything!

He points out that my mistress Mukta has likely already made her female mind up to WHIP me...

...and that no amount of feetkissing will assuage her young-womanly WRATH!

But, despite the veracity of master George sir's words, all I can do is continue to kiss his manly SHOES...

...and study his manly SOCKS...

...the SHOES and SOCKS of a FREE MAN...

...who is my only hope of clemency from the FEMALE WHIP!


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