His Delegated Authority
My hillbilly master and mistress enjoy laughing at me in their farmyard pillory – just after the master-sir has WHIPPED me, as is his perfect delegated free-male right under the Female Laws of the Gynarchy!
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‘Haha, you WHIPPED! You a WHIPPED slave!... |
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| ...Maybe I WHIP you some more, slave?’ |
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| My master and mistress have a good laugh at me as I languish at their mercy in their barn pillory |
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| The master-sir's finger of mocking power... |
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| ...pointing straight at my confined face! |
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| His other hand holds the dreaded WHIP! |
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| For my humble and impotent part, all I can do is look down at my betters' FEET |
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| At the master-sir's SLIPPERS and CREASED BLACK SOCKS... |
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| ...and the mistress-madam's (i.e. his wife's) ornate BROWN LEATHER BOOTS |
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| ...and RED and WHITE TUBESOCKS. Her SOCKS are also CREASED, though not as much as the master-sir's! |
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| 'Oh pray masters, not the WHIP I prithee? Oh beg, masters? Oh the WHIP, masters?' |











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