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None Of My Business

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As I kneel discreetly and unobtrusively at the base of my pretty mistress’s bar stool, I silently study the backs of her shoes and socks and contemplate both my abject lowliness and her absolute POWER over me – the POWER to have me WHIPPED (a POWER which, as you may be able to see, she exercises over me on a regular basis; and rightly so, for I’m just her slave.) Meanwhile, she chats in a friendly manner with the real man sat beside her – a stranger whom she has just met, but whom she clearly fancies. None of my business! My lowly place is to kneel at the base of the bar stool, studying my mistress's SOCKS My mistress is not interested in conversing with me - only with the handsome stranger sat next to her My humble role in such circumstances is to silently and unobtrusively study my mistress's SOCKS... ...and to ponder my lowliness I am not fit to even think  of my pretty mistress above the SOCK! Let alone chat  with her! My menial mind must be focused on SOCK... ...and th...

Greeting Her Guest

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My mistress exhorts me to be mindful of the WHIP as she orders me to kiss-greet her esteemed guest’s feet: ‘Slave, you kiss Mr Wu-San feet. You kiss Mr Wu-San sandal straps. Remember WHIP on wall, slave!’ ‘Yes, mistress Itsumi madam. At once, mistress Itsumi madam… Oh pray, master Wu-San sir. God bless you, master Wu-San sir, and welcome to my master and mistress’s abode, master sir. I kiss your sandals, sir.’ ‘Slave, you kiss Mr Wu-San feet. You kiss Mr Wu-San sandal straps...  ...Remember WHIP on wall, slave!’ ‘Yes, mistress Itsumi madam. At once, mistress Itsumi madam... Oh pray, master Wu-San sir. God bless you, master Wu-San sir...  ...and welcome to my master and mistress’s abode, master sir... ...I kiss your sandals, sir.’ It is, of course, deeply humiliating for me to have to kiss the wizened old feet of a stranger Or, more accurately, his musty-smelling, leathery sandal straps! But I heed the warnings of my mistress about the WHIP... ...the WHIP behind me on the w...

Ode To WHIP

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The WHIP looms LARGE in my lowly life I fear its STING I fear its BITE Yet I praise its MIGHT Its POWER to SUBDUE When it turns my BACK a crimson hue!   The WHIP is forever the slave’s defeat Compelling to kiss his masters’ FEET! I have been ordered by my mistress to kneel beneath the WHIP for THREE HOURS... ...and to contemplate its POWER over me! The WHIP!... The MIGHTY WHIP! How I fear, and yet at the same time admire, its LEATHERY BITE My mistress's nearby discarded SOCKS and SHOES are a further reminder to me of my lowly duties! But, even when my mistress herself takes a seat at the nearby writing desk... ...to work on her laptop... ...I am not distracted by the SNEAKERS and SOCKS currently on her FEET Whilst I shall no doubt be required to kiss them in due course... ...for now my focus must remain on the WHIP on the wall! Better to humbly and obediently  study  the WHIP... ...than to feel its angry BITE!

Fear Of The Whip

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In the privacy of their own home, my magnificent Japanese master-sir and mistress-madam exert their authority over me – an authority afforded to them by the WHIP! ‘You fear WHIP, slave?’ ‘Oh pray, master sir. Oh yes, indeed, master sir. This slave very much fears the WHIP, sir, especially in the hands of such an accomplished whipmaster as yourself, good master. Sir, you WHIP very well, master sir. I kiss your feet, sir.’ ‘Haha, you kiss my wife feet also, slave, or I WHIP you!’ ‘Yes, master sir. Thanking you kindly, kind master sir. It will be an honour for me to kiss the mistress’s feet, masters. Please don’t WHIP me, masters?’ Having grovelled at the master’s feet I crawl over to the mistress’s feet, whilst remaining acutely aware of the WHIP hovering over my kneeling back! ‘Haha, that right slave. You kiss my wife feet, or you feel STING of WHIP!’ The mistress now chips in: ‘Haha, you a slave. You kiss my feet or my husband WHIP you, slave! Haha, you a nothing. You c...