His Property

The simple fact of the matter is that, under the Laws of the Great Gynarchy, my magnificent Asian master-sir owns me, and can therefore do what he wants with me in the privacy of his basement. And right now what he wants to do is to WHIP me, in order to demonstrate his machismo to his adoring girlfriend.

So WHIPPED I shall be!

‘Now you feel WHIP, slave! Now you feel STING – STING of my WHIP!’

‘Haha, you frightened slave? You frightened of master WHIP STING? You cry? You beg for mercy? Haha, I laugh at you. You just a weak slave!’

My master-sir's pretty girlfriend mocks me prior to my impending WHIPPING!

'Haha, you frightened slave? You frightened of master WHIP STING?'

You'd think, wouldn't you, that I would be focusing on the pretty mistress's breasts as she stands in front of me?

But, being a mere slave, I humbly look down at her SHOES and SOCKS, as befits an about-to-be-whipped slave!

I'm hoping that if I can continue to focus on her SOCKS throughout the WHIPPING...

..it may help to take my menial mind off the PAIN?

SOCKS can be great soothers at such times, I always find!

They look so SOFT, in complete contrast to the WHIP behind me! And kissing them would put me in my comfort zone!

Of course, what I should really be doing, and shall no doubt be doing later, is contemplating kissing my master's BOOTS!

He, after all, is the one holding the WHIP!

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

I have learnt, over my many decades of enslavement, to really fear the WHIP. And to admire my betters' SOCKS!

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