As an ‘experienced’ slave I have been tethered to the
whipping post on many an ignominious occasion. Here you see me being taunted by
a free master-sir as I await the dreaded arrival of my mistress with her WHIP.
The master sir is mockingly asking me how I feel about being whipped? Am I
frightened of the whip? Do I fear its burning sting (a sting which,
incidentally, the freemale master-sir himself will never have experienced and
never will, since in the Gynarchy of Barbaria only male slaves like me
are subject to the WHIP!)
I humbly and respectfully confirm to the master-sir that I
am indeed awaiting the arrival of the whip with great fear and trepidation, if
he would be so kind and understanding to a weak and feeble slave, sir, begging
your manly pardon sir? The master-sir laughs at me and settles down on a nearby
crate with his cigarette and his can of beer, well out of the way of the WHIP,
in order to enjoy watching my whipping as my mistress finally arrives!
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| A master-sir, a complete stranger, mocks and taunts me as I await the arrival of the WHIP at the whipping post |
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| He asks me how I think I will like it, being whipped? |
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| The dryness in my mouth caused by fear is only compounded by the sight of the master-sir's ice-cold can of beer! |
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| As I humbly and respectfully answer the master-sir's mocking questions, I endeavour to focus on his sneakers and socks |
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| The sneahers and socks of a free man; of a real man, who can never know the BITING STING of the WHIP! |
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| Oh to be able to get my lips onto those sneakers and socks in a feeble attempt to ask the master-sir to intercede for me |
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| Mercy, master's sneakers!... Mercy, master's socks! |
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| His SOCKS! |
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| His LEGS! |
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| I feel like my fate is the hands of this unknown master-sir's SNEAKERS and SOCKS! |
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| In reality, of course, my fate is in the hands of my mistress, and her SNEAKERS and SOCKS! The master-sir greets her... |
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| ...as she eyes up my FEAR and TREMBLING! |
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| Her SNEAKERS and SOCKS are the ones that shall wield the WHIP! |
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| The WHIP, I say!... The WHIP! |
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| No wonder she is relishing her position... |
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| ...knowing my fickle fate is in her female hands! |
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| Such pretty hands. But FIRM! |
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| I'll wager my lowly lips shall be showering those female SNEAKERS and SOCKS in penitent kisses... |
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| ...after I am released from the WHIPPING POST! |
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| Better to KISS FEET than to feel yet more WHIP! |
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| Meanwhile, the increasingly drunken and excited master-sir serenades my mistress, urging her not to spare me! |
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| For him, this is perfect entertainment - watching a slave being whipped whilst he enjoys a beer and a fag! |
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| I shall kiss his socks too, given the chance |
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| And his SNEAKERS! |
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| For he is a much better man than me, not being subject to the FEMALE WHIP! |
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