A Well-Deserved Kicking
A bright young woman of the Gynarchy approaches me from across the street. She stops directly in front of me:
'You're gonna lick clean my sneakers an' that, boy, yeah?'
'Yes, mistress. Indeed, mistress madam. As you wish, miss.'
She promptly places her right-sneakered foot onto the concrete footblock beneath my face, and casually continues smoking her cigarette above me whilst I taste where she has been.
'Does you, like, like lickin' people's dirty feet, an' that, boy?', she asks somewhat incredulously.
'Oh yes, mistress! Indeed, mistress. Especially the feet of such a beautiful young woman as yourself, madam, begging your female pardon, miss?'
'Haha, yes I am beautiful, aren't I slave? Jus' you wait 'till I tell my boyfriend what you just called me! He'll come roun' an' kick, like, seven shades of s**t out of you, or somefing, innit though?'
'Oh pray, pretty mistress. Please forgive me, pretty mistress madam. I meant no disrespect towards you, miss!'
She storms off.
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About an hour or so later she returns with her manly boyfriend who, unfortunately for me, is wearing a heavy pair of boots!
'Here he is, Derwin. This is the dirty slave that called me a 'slut', an' that!'
The furious master-sir steps up to my face:
'Was you disrespectin' my bird, f**kwit face?'
I humbly seek to defend myself:
'Oh pray, master sir, if you will forgive me, most strong and mighty master sir, this slave meant no disrespect towards your girlfriend, sir!'
'Is you callin' my bird a liar, bwoy?'
'Oh no, sir! Not at all, sir!... Sir, the only way to resolve this matter is for you to give me a good, hard kicking, sir. It's what I deserve, master sir!'
The angry master sir duly obliges, expertly kicking my humble head to a pulp, whilst his pretty girlfriend looks on and chuckles.
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| A bright and beautiful young woman of the Gynarchy heads confidently towards me |
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| 'You're gonna lick clean my sneakers an' that, boy, yeah?' |
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| 'Yes, mistress. Indeed, mistress madam. As you wish, miss.' |
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| I begin obeying the pretty mistress's commandment... |
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| ...whilst she casually smokes her cigarette high above me |
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| 'Does you, like, like lickin' people's dirty feet, an' that, boy?' |
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| 'Oh yes, mistress! Indeed, mistress.... |
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| ...especially the feet of such a beautiful young woman as yourself, madam... |
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| ...begging your female pardon, miss?' |
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| 'Haha, yes I am beautiful, aren't I slave?... |
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| ...Jus' you wait 'till I tell my boyfriend what you just called me! He'll come roun' an' kick, like, seven shades of s**t out of you, or somefing, innit though?' |
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| 'Oh pray, pretty mistress. Please forgive me, pretty mistress madam. I meant no disrespect towards you, miss!' |
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| She storms off - with a pretty face like thunder! |
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| I bow my head in shame and fear behind her departing socks |
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| It sounds like she's minded to have her, no doubt handsome and strong, boyfriend give me a good kicking! |
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| My fate is in her pretty face! |
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| 'Here he is, Derwin. This is the dirty slave that called me a 'slut', an' that!' |
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| 'Was you disrespectin' my bird, f**kwit face?' |
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| I receive a well-deserved kicking from master Derwin sir - much to his pretty girlfriend's approval and amusement |
