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!

‘Haha, you WHIPPED! You a WHIPPED slave!... 


...Maybe I WHIP you some more, slave?’

My master and mistress have a good laugh at me as I languish at their mercy in their barn pillory

The master-sir's finger of mocking power...

...pointing straight at my confined face!

His other hand holds the dreaded WHIP!

For my humble and impotent part, all I can do is look down at my betters' FEET

At the master-sir's SLIPPERS and CREASED BLACK SOCKS...

...and the mistress-madam's (i.e. his wife's) ornate BROWN LEATHER BOOTS

...and RED and WHITE TUBESOCKS. Her SOCKS are also CREASED, though not as much as the master-sir's!

'Oh pray masters, not the WHIP I prithee? Oh beg, masters? Oh the WHIP, masters?'


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