Freezing

'Aren't you freezing out here in the stocks as you lick people's boots, slave?'

'Yes indeed, mistress, begging your pardon mistress, please don't have me beaten mistress.'

The slave must apologise to his customer-mistress for feeling cold. He has no right to think about his own wellbeing. He has a job to do - that of cleaning her warm boots!












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