Showing Me The WHIP!

Late at night, as I languish confined in the wonky stocks at the bottom of her suburban garden, Ms Mukta madam kindly shows me her WHIP, as a timely reminder of the BITING STING that awaits me if I displease her or her husband. Still, at least, as she points out, it will help to ‘warm my back’ on such a bitterly cold night!

I respond with fear and trembling and kiss her feet as I promise to be a good and obedient slave to her and her husband and beg not to be WHIPPED!

Reminding me of the POWER of her WHIP...

...and its BITING STING!

Her SOCKS remind me of my mistress's POWER also!

The WHIP...

...and the SOCKS!

I kindly kiss her FEET...

...and beg not to be WHIPPED!

For I recognise that I am in Ms Mukta's POWER and at her FEMALE MERCY!

And it is always, always, always better to KISS FEET...

...than to FEEL WHIP!


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