On The Bus
Whenever my mistress Jasmine – who is perfect in every way and of whom I am frightened because of her propensity to whip – takes the bus into town, I must kneel silently on the dirty beneath her seat and study the backs of her unkempt sneakers and socks, as befits a personal footslave







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