Postcoital Congratulations

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!

I begin by kissing the feet of my mistress's lover...

...a magnificent man who is clearly capable of satisfying my mistress sexually (as is her husband!)

I then turn my footslavish attentions to my mistress herself

Again, she is a magnificent, sexually promiscuous young woman - fully deserving of my slavish respect and admiration

The couple laugh at me and exult in their joint power over me

As I kiss my mistress's dirty sneaker toe, and slavishly admire her white sock...

...I overhear the master-sir questioning my own sexual virility...

...and my pretty mistress confirming to him that I am permanently limp and impotent...

...being a mere footslave. She laughingly informs her manly lover that only her socks excite me!

I listen to her wholly accurate description of my pathetic, sock-obsessed sex life with humility and shame...

...as the master-sir himself mockingly laughs at me

He points to his whip-handiwork on my bare, kneeling back...

...and thus to his own manly strength and power...

...the power to WHIP a pathetic sockieboy-slave into submission!

A power delegated to him by my pretty mistress, because she fancies him!

As I stare at her white sock, the master-sir's mocking words sting me every bit as much as his WHIP!


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