Humbly Pleading

I take the humbling opportunity to plead for clemency with my mistress Mukta, 18 days into my 20-day stretch in the ‘wonky stocks’ designed by her clever husband and located in their back garden, whilst my mistress is enjoying her early morning cigarette above me and in between my kiss-respecting of her muddy BOOTS:

‘Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam, oh beg… this slave humbly and most respectfully pleads for clemency madam and for early release from the stocks, mistress, as his wizened old neck is in a goodly amount of pain due to the uncontrollable muscle spasms caused by his long confinement in the stocks, madam, if you would be so kind and gracious madam, please forgive this slave’s impudence, miss please don’t beat me madam?’

Needless to say, my pathetic pleas go unheeded, though my mistress does graciously dignify them with a mocking response:

‘Haha, no way slave! Why do you think I sentenced you to 20 days and nights in the stocks in the first place? It was precisely in order to punish you and cause you pain, stupid slave! You’re my slave, and I can do whatever I like with you! Now continue kiss-respecting my BOOTS and make sure your lips touch the dirtiest parts. And study my SOCKS as well – the SOCKS of your goddess!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. Thanking you kindly, mistress madam. And praise be unto you for considering my humble request and swiftly rejecting it, mistress Mukta madam. This slave knows that his goddess-mistress knows best and that I must be punished, madam, though it pains him to say it, miss. God bless you, mistress. I kiss your BOOTS and study your SOCKS, miss! All praise to you, divine and wise goddess-mistress Mukta madam!’ 

Kissing BOOTS and pleading for clemency whilst I am languishing in the wonky stocks

I know, in my heart of hearts, that my pathetic pleas will very much be falling on deaf ears

But I feel I owe it to my otherwise nugatory neck-muscles to plead for such clemency, so sore and stiff is my neck...

...after 18 days and nights in the stocks!

I make sure to respectfully study my mistress's SOCKS whilst I am kissing her BOOTS

She likes that!

And I like it too, for it reminds me that I am worth less than her SOCKS...

...and that I am subject to their POWER and AUTHORITY!

As expected, my pleas for mercy go unheeded, though my mistress does me the honour of verbally dismissing them...

...before savouring another delicious drag of her cigarette!

She, naturally, only cares about her comfort and well-being...

...and she reminds me that I'm just her slave... 

...and that she can do whatsoever she wishes with me

She then mockingly orders me to continue kissing her BOOTS on the dirtiest parts and to study her SOCKS!

Both of which things I obediently do, having praised her and thanked her for rejecting my pathetic pleas for clemency!


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