Respect Born Of The Whip
Here you see me kiss-respecting my master-sir's feet in front of his jubilant girlfriend. It is a slavish respect born of the WHIP, since my master-sir is a truly excellent exponent of the art of whipping a slave - as you can see from my red-raw, stinging back!
Kissing my master-sir's feet in front of his delighted girlfriend |
My respect for the master-sir is born of his WHIP... |
...for I truly fear the WHIP's biting STING... |
...and my master-sir is a truly excellent exponent of, and believer in, the POWER of the WHIP... |
...the POWER to instil humility, obedience and fear in a slave! |
It also eloquently displays his machismo to his pretty girlfriend... |
...as it reduces his household slave to a grovelling wreck at his sneakered and socked feet! |
I stare admiringly at my master's creased sock as his girlfriend stares at my abject humiliation |
How she loves watching me grovel at her man's feet! |
Her own feet are worthy of my slavish respect also |
They too are just crying out to be kissed... |
...and I yearn for the opportunity to admiringly study her socks - the socks of my master-sir's pretty girlfriend! |