Through The Bars Of His Slave-Cell
The master-sir’s personal slave must humbly kiss-respect the master’s pretty girlfriend’s ornate, brown-leathery COWBOY BOOTS through the iron bars of his ignominious slave-cell, much to her sweet feminine amusement and delight! 'Haha, that's right, honey, give him a taste of your BOOTS!... . ..and iffin' he baulks at 'em, I'll soon give him another taste of my WHIP!' The elderly slave is acutely aware that the master's WHIP is coiled and ready in his masterful hand! And he has the added indignity of having to kiss the young woman's BOOTS beneath her SOCKTOPS Her LEFT SOCKTOP Her RIGHT SOCKTOP The dusty and scuffmarked BOOT-TOE he must taste, without baulking! The master-sir's BOOTS, which the elderly slave has oftentimes had to taste! Just as he has oftentimes 'tasted' the STING of his master's WHIP! He does baulk at that! Better to KISS BOOT than FEEL WHIP... ...the BOOTS of his BETTERS!