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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...
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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!
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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...
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Favela Relaxation

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A pretty, Latina mistress relaxes on a favela street whilst her slave kneels silently and unobtrusively next to her sneakered feet, obediently studying her SOCKS as befits a lowly footservant. As she opens her can of refreshing fizzy drink, her slave kneels in the dirt at her favela feet... ... studying her SOCK... ...and counting the individual, visible STITCHES in the side of her short SOCK... ...as befits a FOOTSERVANT! He only has menial mind for SOCK! Her SOCK!... His mistress's SOCK! Haha, note how her other SOCK hovers in the favela air above his humble head! He daren't even look up at her other SOCK... ...lest he inadvertently gaze upon his favela mistress's pretty face! Meanwhile, a passing master-sir chuckles to himself at the sight of the pathetic slave's lowly position... ...kneeling in the dirt beneath his pretty mistress's SNEAKERED and SOCKED FEET! Perhaps the slave should be made to kiss the passing master-sir's feet, by way of thanking him for l...
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