Park Masters
A magnificent Japanese master-sir and his pretty girlfriend enjoy mocking me as I languish in the stocks in the public park. ‘Haha…look! He a whipped! We laugh at him!’ ‘Haha… you make him kiss feet, Hiroshi. You his master!’ ‘Haha… you hear my girlfriend, slave? You kiss my foot. I your master. You whipped in stocks! Haha.’ ‘Haha, make him look at sock, Hiroshi. He your sock slave!’ ‘Haha, you look at my sock, slave. Worship Japanese man sock. You a nobody. I better than you. Sock better than you! Haha.’ ‘Haha…you his master, Hiroshi-San. He worship your sock! Haha.’ The happy couple laugh out loud at me and at my unquestionable inferiority to master Hiroshi sir’s sock, before heading off arm in arm! ‘Haha…look! He a whipped! We laugh at him!’ 'You kiss my foot. I your master. You whipped in stocks! Haha.’ ‘Haha, you look at my sock, slave. Worship Japanese man sock.' I obey master Hiroshi-San, by kissing his outstretched foot and admiring his crumpled sock... ....