Here you see me humbly oiling my mistress Mukta’s WHIP so
that it will be more supple when my mistress wields it across my bare back and shoulders.
It will thus augment the whip’s STING, which is her desired effect!
I’m foolishly hoping against hope that I might get the
slavish opportunity to kiss my waiting mistress’s feet and thus elicit some
sweet feminine mercy in her? But I know, in my heart of hearts, that it’s a
forlorn hope. Once my pretty mistress makes up her magnificent mind to WHIP, then
whipped I am invariably am!
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| Steadfastly oiling the WHIP for my back, under my mistress Mukta's stony supervision! |
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| She has ordered me to make her WHIP more supple, so that it will 'wrap around' my 'bony old ribs' when she applies it! |
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| I do fear the WHIP, and it's mighty STING! |
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| But my pretty mistress must be obeyed! |
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| Perhaps she will permit me to kiss her feet, by way of supplicating her mercy? |
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| Not that she looks to be in a merciful mood! |
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| Still, it would be better for me to KISS FEET than FEEL WHIP! |
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| This is the only time I get to touch the WHIP with my hands - whilst I am oiling it for my back! |
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| My mistress's WHIP, and her SOCKS, dominate my lowly life! |
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| I live amongst them... |
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| ...permanently on my knees... |
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| ...as befits a lowly foot and sock servant!.. 'Oh pray, mistress...not the WHIP, I prithee?... Oh pity pray, madam?' |
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