Posts

Winning Out

Image
What slave in his right mind would rather be WHIPPED, than KISS FEET? KISSING FEET must surely win out every time? It certainly does in my lowly life! I would much rather KISS FEET and FACE SOCK, than FEEL WHIP! SOCKS are soft ... ...especially my mistress's SOCKS Made of pure, white COTTON... ...the soft, warm  SOCKS of a GODDESS! Not cold and   harsh  like her WHIP! Her WHIP! Oh, her WHIP! She is such an excellent WHIPMISTRESS! She really knows how to maximise the STING of each and every stroke! And so, for me, it is much better to be KISSING HER FEET... ...than to be FEELING HER WHIP! SOCKS or the WHIP? I choose SOCKS... ...in my FACE! I study my mistress's cotton SOCK CREASES... ...in an effort to be pleasing to them, and thus avoid the braided leather of the WHIP! I am such a loser. The WHIP is the WINNER!
Post a Comment
Read more

Grovelling At Their Feet

Image
My mistress Mukta, and her esteemed father, master Vihaan sir, make sure I properly kiss-greet the feet of their house guest, Ms Kaleisha madam. It is only master Vihaan sir, however, who chuckles out loud with glee at my abasement at a young woman’s FEET (as he is perfectly entitled to do!) Everyone watches intently as I kiss-greet the feet of my masters' house guest, Ms Kaleisha madam Only master Vihaan sir, however, is chuckling out loud at my abasement at his daughter's friend's FEET He must be (rightly) proud of his daughter's training of me... ...for I unhesitatingly bury my nose in the guest's SHOELACES as my lowly lips embrace her SNEAKER LEATHER... ...and my eyes focus on her WHITE SOCK! I am, of course, acutely aware of magnificent master Vihaan sir's GREY SOCKS nearby... ...SOCKS that will, undoubtedly, order me WHIPPED if I fail to be pleasing to the visitor's SOCKS! Oh how many thousands  of times has my menial mouth paid homage to master Vihaan...
Post a Comment
Read more

Begging And Bracing

Image
Today it is the mistress-madam, rather than the master-sir, who will be whipping me. I know from bitter experience that the bite of the mistress’s WHIP is every bit as powerful as that of the master’s WHIP, so I beg for mercy at the whipping post and humbly brace myself – much to the master-sir’s magnificent amusement! Begging for mercy and bracing myself for a whipping 'Oh pray mistress-madam, oh pray master-sir, not the WHIP I prithee, masters... ...Sirs, I will kiss your feet. Oh pray have mercy on me, masters?' I would indeed be honoured to kiss the splendid BOOTS of the master-sir... ...and the fabulous SHOES of the mistress-madam... ...with their decorative buckles For it is far, far better for a slave to embrace the masters' footwear with his lowly lips... ...than to wear the STING of their WHIPS on his back! 'M...mercy m...masters. I will be a good slave, m...masters?' The master-sir kindly suggests that I can kiss their FEET after  my whipping? I praise th...
Post a Comment
Read more

Likes