The next morning, after my mistress and her lover have risen from their bed and got dressed, I must kiss-respect their feet, and congratulate them on their sexual congress of the night before. How they both laugh at me - the obedient and discreet, whipped and impotent, kisser of their sexually superior feet!
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I begin by kissing the feet of my mistress's lover... |
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...a magnificent man who is clearly capable of satisfying my mistress sexually (as is her husband!) |
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I then turn my footslavish attentions to my mistress herself |
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Again, she is a magnificent, sexually promiscuous young woman - fully deserving of my slavish respect and admiration |
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The couple laugh at me and exult in their joint power over me |
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As I kiss my mistress's dirty sneaker toe, and slavishly admire her white sock... |
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...I overhear the master-sir questioning my own sexual virility... |
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...and my pretty mistress confirming to him that I am permanently limp and impotent... |
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...being a mere footslave. She laughingly informs her manly lover that only her socks excite me! |
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I listen to her wholly accurate description of my pathetic, sock-obsessed sex life with humility and shame... |
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...as the master-sir himself mockingly laughs at me |
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He points to his whip-handiwork on my bare, kneeling back... |
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...and thus to his own manly strength and power... |
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...the power to WHIP a pathetic sockieboy-slave into submission! |
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A power delegated to him by my pretty mistress, because she fancies him! |
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As I stare at her white sock, the master-sir's mocking words sting me every bit as much as his WHIP! |