Tender Embrace
Not for me her tender embrace
Not for me her smiling face
I must kneel and stare at her feet
Unless her whip I should like to meet!
My mistress oftentimes speaks in tender and loving tones towards her husband. But I, of course, as her slave, only ever feel the harsh side of her tongue, as she barks down her female orders at me or berates me for my slavish incompetence. See how her body language simultaneously betrays her feelings of love and respect for the real man in her life, the one who satisfies her sexually, and her contempt for me, her down-in-the-dirt, ugly and impotent old footslave, who is fit only to stare at her feet.