Begging For Punishment To Fit The Crime

This afternoon, a furious master Simon sir is verbally berating me and threatening me with the WHIP! He is angry because his beloved wife, my mistress Mukta madam, has alleged that I ‘took my eyes off her SOCKS’, albeit only momentarily, whilst she was conversing with one of her friends, Ms Arabella madam, earlier in the day.

It is absolutely, 100% a FALSE accusation on my mistress’s part, as I would never take my lowly eyes off her SOCKS – not unless she had given me her explicit permission to do so e.g. if she orders me to study and admire one of her friend’s SOCKS whilst I am kiss-greeting their feet!

But, when a mistress makes an accusation against a slavey, even a patently false accusation, according to the Laws of the Gynarchy the accusation is automatically proven. And rightly so, since it is the word of a superior mistress against the word of an inferior slave!

Not that I would ever dare to challenge my mistress Mukta’s accusations against me – and certainly not in front of her mighty and magnificent husband whilst he is carrying his WHIP! In my long and humble experience as an oppressed slave, it is better to acknowledge one’s ‘crimes’, apologise profusely to one’s false accuser, kiss-respect their feet and actually beg to be punished! No point in begging for mercy if you know you are guilty in the eyes of the Law and in the eyes of those who enforce the Law i.e. one’s master and mistress!

So that is what I am doing here – kissing my false accuser’s feet, studying her SOCKS with genuine slavish respect and admiration (as I always do), apologising to them for my momentary lapse in loyalty towards them (alleged) and humbly begging the master-sir to punish me with his WHIP! I can only hope and pray that the punishment will be severe, to fit the crime!

Kiss-apologising to my mistress Mukta's SNEAKERS and SOCKS whilst her husband rebukes me and threatens the WHIP

He has every right to be angry me, since his beloved wife has (falsely) accused me of showing disloyalty to her SOCKS!

His WHIP is always to hand, and I know from bitter experience that he is handy with it!

The irony is that I would never knowingly take my eyes off my mistress's SOCKS!

I am her devoted SOCK SLAVEY!

Her SOCKS are my life!

And yet, here I am, having to apologise to them for something I haven't done!

It's not easy to win forgiveness from a SOCK!

But I am legally bound to try!

'Oh pray, Ms Mukta's SOCKS. Pray forgive me, masters! Oh pray, oh beg - please have me WHIPPEED, SOCKS!

For I have displeased you, mistress Mukta's SOCKS!

And you are the SOCKS of a disappointed GODDESS, my masters and owners Ms Mukta's SOCKS!

Of course, in the back of my menial mind, I remain conscious throughout of my master's SOCKS standing behind me!

The SOCKS of a GREAT man!

A Great man with a WHIP!

And a man who isn't afraid to use it!

'Oh pray, Ms Mukta's SOCKS, pray have me WHIPPED, masters! For I must be punished, masters the SOCKS!'

'Your displeasure must mean my PAIN, masters Ms Mukta's SOCKS!'

'The WHIP will soon teach me proper respect and obedience towards you, mistress Mukta's SOCKS!'

'Oh pray, Socks! Oh beg!... The WHIP, I prithee!'

My mistress's SOCKS, courtesy of my master's SOCKS, do indeed have me WHIPPED. And rightly so!

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