Patheticus Minimus 3D

Image licensed for use under GNU Free Documentation License. Source Wikimedia Commons. Where was the damn thing?! 34 year old, blonde-haired miss Kerry-Ann was searching furiously through the loft of her mansion for something – something that she knew had been hidden up here for years, in amongst the bric-a-brac; the boxes of old ledgers and photographs; the board games from her youth etc. etc.! Eventually she saw it, by the thick-girthed, penis-like, handle-end first, sticking out from underneath a big, black box file – the black whip ! A beautiful, black leather, single-tailed, cowhide whip – coiled up like a snake that was sleeping benignly beneath the box file; but ready to be awakened! It had once been in frequent use on her family’s rubber plantation – cracking across the backs of the lazy fieldhands outside her bedroom window. Oh how she had spent many a happy hour lying in her bed and listening to the swish of the black whip through the air; the subsequent echoing p...

  Video evidence of life in the Gynarchy   1. Identical Twin Mistresses My two, blonde-haired, identical twin mistresses – both wearing the same sexy outfits consisting of skimpy, yellow tops with grey jackets; frilly, black miniskirts; platform-soled, calf-length, heavily buckled, black leather, biker boots; and scrunched-up, calf-length, black cotton socks – are both standing behind me, and whipping me where I kneel in their back yard. I can only tell them apart by the fact that blonde-mistress Melanie is whipping me from the right, whereas blonde-mistress Stephanie is whipping me from the left; that’s because blonde-mistress Stephanie is left handed. Other than that my two, blonde mistresses are identical in every way: · Identically vacuous · Identically cruel · Identically adept with their identical, rattan canes, causing me identical pain on both sides of my ribcage, with identical cuts and bruises · Wearing identically smelling and tasting, black boots and socks...

Further observations from various enslaved, Gynarchy Gimps (about the magnificent mistresses they serve!)   31. ‘Rome weren’t built in a day!’ My new, personal footmistress – 23 year old, mixed race, girlgang-leader miss Harper – has decided to publicly flog me with a dozen harsh lashes on the sink-estate where she lives. Her pretext for hauling me up onto the sink-estate whipping-post is that I ‘disrespected’ her grubby white, high-top, leather sneakers by not lickshining them to her satisfaction (even though she herself privately admitted to me, on my very first day of foot-servitude towards her, that no amount of tongue-rubbing could ever totally clean away the ingrained dirt on her broad, white, flaky-leathery sneaker-toes; even so, she has her reputation on the estate to think about, as well as her dirty sneakers – and so I must be publicly whipped!) She has, of course, texted all her friends, and posted a message on her social networking site, inviting everyone who knows ...

The question is, is this short story any good? The jury’s out… To be a juror in the Gynarchy you must be: Young (18 - 25) Female Attractive Prejudiced (since the male 'defendant ‘must always be found guilty) Capricious, self-centred and merciless, with no sympathy for, or empathy with, their victim (the defendant) whatsoever The female jurors sit in female judgement high above the male defendant in a semi-circle surrounding the dock, with their pretty feet and footwear stretched out directly in front of his face. The male defendant must kiss the female-jurors' feet 12 times each (six times on each foot) at the beginning of the male show-trial – out of respect for them; then immediately before the female jury retires to 'consider' it's verdict – by way of pleading for their sweet feminine compassion and mercy, but knowing that they will have already decided on his guilt and must merely determine his punishment, which they must recommend to the good, lady j...

Further observations from various enslaved, Gynarchy Gimps (about the magnificent mistresses they serve!)   21. Big-Boned & Beautiful The short and balding master-sir looks puffed up with manly, middle-aged pride as he holds hands with his girlfriend on their approach to my public-bootlick stand. And justifiably so: For she must be only half his age, being in her early to mid twenties (he looks to be well into his fifties!) She, unlike him, is big-boned and beautiful (her tight, blonde ponytail only helps to accentuate her natural, portly comeliness) She is tastefully dressed, in a revealing pink top (showing her bare, pierced bellybutton and folded midriff); a short, navy-blue pleated skirt (revealing her wobbly, cellulite-covered thighs); and a pair of dark brown, calf-length, fancily-stitched cowboy boots on her fat, bare, white, lower legflesh The boots sound heavy and languorous as they clump their way up towards me, and the happy couple are still holding hands as ...