Whips Collector

Some men collect watches. Some men collect stamps. And, in the Gynarchy of Barbaria, some men collect WHIPS!

My master George sir is one such 'whips collector'. He makes sure to keep his WHIPS in good condition - supple and well-oiled. And his whips aren't just for show - he keeps me, his 'whip slave', so that he can demonstrate his skill and dexterity with the WHIP to all his friends.

Here you see me desperately kissing my master George sir's feet beneath one of his freshly-oiled WHIPS!

Desperately kissing my master George sir's feet beneath his freshly-oiled WHIP!

My lowly lips are perilously close to his SHOE BUCKLE...

...and my eyes are close to his SOCK!

It's humiliating for me...

...but much better than experiencing, yet again, the BITING STING of a freshly-oiled WHIP!

I would rather kiss master George sir's feet a million times...

...than receive yet more STINGING STRIPES on my already, well-striped BACK!

The WHIP! Oh how I fear my master's WHIPS!

Better to KISS FEET than FEEL WHIP!

Mercy master. Not the WHIP, I prithee!

The WHIP!... Oh how I fear the WHIP!

The WHIP, sir!... The WHIP!


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