Right To Fear

'Slave, are you frightened of my whip? You're right to fear it, for they do say its bite is ferocious. And pretty soon.. all too soon, in fact, from your point of view, slave... you're going to experience that whip bite on your bare back! So I suggest you kiss my feet and beg for clemency!'

'Oh pray, mistress! Oh beg! Not the whip, madam! Have mercy, madam. I humbly beg of you, madam!'

I desperately kiss my mistress's outstretched foot whilst her friend nonchalantly watches on - smoking a cigarette and picking her nose.















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