Waiting To Be Whipped

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! 

A master-sir, a complete stranger, mocks and taunts me as I await the arrival of the WHIP at the whipping post

He asks me how I think I will like it, being whipped?

The dryness in my mouth caused by fear is only compounded by the sight of the master-sir's ice-cold can of beer!

As I humbly and respectfully answer the master-sir's mocking questions, I endeavour to focus on his sneakers and socks

The sneahers and socks of a free man; of a real man, who can never know the BITING STING of the WHIP!

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

Mercy, master's sneakers!... Mercy, master's socks!

His SOCKS!

His LEGS!

I feel like my fate is the hands of this unknown master-sir's SNEAKERS and SOCKS!

In reality, of course, my fate is in the hands of my mistress, and her SNEAKERS and SOCKS! The master-sir greets her...

...as she eyes up my FEAR and TREMBLING!

Her SNEAKERS and SOCKS are the ones that shall wield the WHIP!

The WHIP, I say!... The WHIP!

No wonder she is relishing her position...

...knowing my fickle fate is in her female hands!

Such pretty hands. But FIRM!

I'll wager my lowly lips shall be showering those female SNEAKERS and SOCKS in penitent kisses...

...after I am released from the WHIPPING POST!

Better to KISS FEET than to feel yet more WHIP!

Meanwhile, the increasingly drunken and excited master-sir serenades my mistress, urging her not to spare me!

For him, this is perfect entertainment - watching a slave being whipped whilst he enjoys a beer and a fag!

I shall kiss his socks too, given the chance

And his SNEAKERS!

For he is a much better man than me, not being subject to the FEMALE WHIP!


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