My gaoler master-sir likes to show off his power and
authority over me in front of petty girls. Here you see him taunting me with
his WHIP, asking me if I ‘like wearing its STING’?
The pretty girl, who is tucking into a tasty beefburger,
appears impressed at his antics, and finds me amusing, especially when the
gaoler-sir tells her that he frequently has me kiss his feet! I must secretly
confess, I would much rather be kissing the young woman’s feet, may I be sorely
whipped for saying so!
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| My magnificent gaoler master-sir shows off in front of a young-woman visitor to the pillory... |
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| ...ostentatiously showing me his WHIP, and asking me if I am enjoying wearing its STING? |
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| The young woman, who is enjoying a burger, is highly amused by the gaoler-sir's POWER and AUTHORITY over me... |
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| ...a POWER afforded to him by the WHIP! |
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| I tremble at the very sight of it... |
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| ...and try to focus on my gaoler-sir's SHOES, especially when he informs the visitor that he often has me kiss-respect them! |
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| I must silently confess, I would much rather be kissing her SHOES! |
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| And nuzzling her SOCKS! |
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| I respect my master-sir's DIRTY WHITE SOCKS, of course, but the BLACK SOCKS of the mistress-madam are SUPERB! |
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| Either way, the force of the pillory compels me to look down towards my betters' SOCKS... |
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| ...and to examine the STAINS and CREASES in their SOCKS! |
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| The young woman joins in with my gaoler-master's mockery of me, filming me as she sarcastically offers me a bite from her half-eaten burger! |
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| Though I am indeed hungry, I must humbly decline her kind offer... |
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| ...explaining to the pretty mistress-madam that I am not worthy to touch any food that has been inside her superior mouth... |
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| ...begging her female pardon and craving her forgiveness and understanding, kind miss? |
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| Even her SOCKS are creased up with laughter at my obsequious and self-deprecating response |
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| The gaoler-master is highly amused at my slavish self-denial too... |
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| ...since he hasn't fed me for two days. He spends most of my food budget on himself... |
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| ...which he is perfectly entitled to do, since I am in his charge and at his mercy! |
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| And, of course, at the mercy of his WHIP! |
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| I look humbly down at the FEET of my BETTERS... |
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| ...as I respectfully decline the mistress's kind offer of her half-eaten food |
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| To be honest, pathetic slave that I am, I hunger more for a taste of her SOCKS! |
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