Gynarchy Fools Volume 5
1. The Defeated Fool Swish...Crack Aaaaaiiii! Mercy! Oh pray, master! Oh pray! Each and every stinging, biting, excoriating whip-cut to my already deeply scarred, middle-aged, bare back – expertly delivered to me in slow time by her strong and mighty boyfriend, master Daniel sir – increases even further my pretty, young mistress's utter contempt for me as a slave, for it diminishes me in her female eyes (a whipped man is a weak man), along with: Every scream of unmanly pain on my part Every feverish plea for mercy Every desperate kiss to her dirty, black ankleboot-leather as she watches the whipping, seated comfortably in front of the kneeling-stocks in which I am now prostrated and confined Every self-demeaning nuzzle of her scrunched-up, speckled-grey, bootsock top, accompanied by a pathetic, maleslave whine Yes, her sensuously dilated pupils are not for me, but for the handsome, young man with the whip; the man she intends to marry; the man who keeps her personal b...