Forlorn Hope

On the sink estate, the vigilante master sir is offering to beat me across the face with his stick whilst I kiss-respect the pink and grey-speckled sneakers of the beautiful, Asian customer mistress. He is explaining to her that beating public footslaves who are totally defenceless, like me, is his hobby, and that he really enjoys it! She seems most impressed by the vigilante master sir, and likely to take him up on his kind offer. So, all I can do is kiss her sneakers with humility and respect, submit to the power and authority of her plain grey, pom-pom socks, and hope that the customer mistress will show sweet feminine mercy towards me.

I somehow think it is a forlorn hope, however, for her female hormones have clearly been aroused and stimulated by the mighty and handsome master sir!

P.S In the event, the customer mistress with the grey pom-pom socks did miraculously show me mercy. But, after she was gone, the vigilante master sir beat me with his stick anyway because, as he had earlier explained to her, he enjoys doing it!










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