Guarantor Of Submission

My mistress’s whip

Hangs by her hip

Ready to strip

The skin from my back!

 

I kiss her feet

And whine and bleat

In an effort to gain

Some respite from pain!

 

But a whip uncoiled

Goes rarely unsoiled

And soon it shall crack

‘Cross my bony old back!

 

All hail to the WHIP

Giver of PAIN

Guarantor of submission

Along with the CANE!

One thing I do know is that when my mistress is minded to WHIP, nothing will stop her from doing so!

Once her WHIP is unfurled, it is fully ready for action!

But my slave instincts still compel me to kiss her feet and beg for mercy!

I will try anything to avoid the piercing STING of the WHIP's bulbous tip!

I will kiss SNEAKER

I will kiss SOCK!

'M...mercy... m...mistress!...Oh fear!...Oh...p...pray...mistress...

...not the WHIP, I prithee?'

She switches feet, indicating she approves of my grovelling

But I know in my heart of hearts that my pleas are falling on deaf ears!

Have WHIP... will WHIP!

That is my mistress's motto!

For sure the WHIP will crack across my back tonight!

Her fingers are itching!

Her mind is keen!

The WHIP is ready!

I make one last desperate plea to her SOCK!

'Oh pray, SOCK... intercede for me with your mistress, I humbly beg?'

'My fate is in your hands, SOCK!'

'Oh SOCK!...Oh wonderful SOCK!...Oh kind SOCK!... Have m...mercy, SOCK!'

P.S. I received only 25 lashes. Which is a mercy of sorts!

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