The pretty customer-mistress's fabulous beige-brown sneaker and pale pink sock combo looks fabulous, and I audaciously decide to tell her so:
'Oh pray, pretty mistress, if you will pardon the intrusion, pretty mistress-madam, this slave truly admires your beige-brown sneakers and pure pink socks, madam, if you would be so kind and understanding to an helpless and humble slave at your feet madam, please don't have me WHIPPED miss?...'
The mere mention (by my own frightened voice) of the WHIP plays havoc with my menial mind, and I fall into a so-called 'whip fear reverie' (a widely recognised condition in slaves like me!):
'...Oh pray, mistress! The WHIP!...Oh not the WHIP, please madam!... Oh truly I fear the WHIP'S bite and sting!... Oh the WHIP!...The WHIP!...The WHIP!...Not the WHIP please madam!...'
The happy couple both laugh at me in my WHIP-FEAR distress, and I overhear the master-sir, who is wearing white sneakers and short black socks, mocking me to his girlfriend:
'Haha, see how the slave fears the WHIP, darling?... Observe:
...Yo, slavey-boy - what is the more important? My socks, or your back?'
It's a trick question, but one I know how to slavishly answer:
'Oh pray master-sir, if it pleases you master-sir, your socks are the more important sir, begging your male pardon sir?'
'Mmm...so, what you're saying is that, if my socks are displeased with you, they should order your back to be WHIPPED?'
I have, of course, fallen into the footslave trap of effectively soliciting the very thing I fear the most - a WHIPPING!
'Oh pray, sir, if it pleases you and the mistress-madam, sirs, if his slave has offended your socks, he must indeed be WHIPPED, sir, though it pains me to say so, sir! Oh the WHIP!... The WHIP!...'
The couple laugh heartily as I continue to kiss the young woman's feet, before they jointly turn to head off - perchance to arrange for me to be WHIPPED?
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| The master-sir teases me with the threat of the WHIP as I praise his pretty girlfriend's pink socks! |
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| I was unable to withhold my slavish admiration for her brown sneaker/pink sock combo! |
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| But now I realise I may have talked myself into a WHIPPING! |
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| Oh how I fear the WHIP... |
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| ...even more than I admire the young woman's socks! |
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| And there is truly MUCH to be admired about them! |
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| But it is the master's socks that are threatening me with a WHIPPING! |
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| His socks, like all my customers' socks, have me in their thrall and at their mercy! |
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| His 'socks' can order me to be WHIPPED on a whim... |
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| ...since I must be pleasing to his socks, s well as his pretty girlfriend's socks! |
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| Their socks are more important than me |
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| As you can see, they are better than me |
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| As the pretty mistress's pink socks turn to leave... |
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| ...I very much fear this couple, and their socks, will indeed be arranging to have me WHIPPED! |
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| They have every right to... |
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| ...being my superiors! |
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| The WHIP beckons!...The WHIP!...Oh the WHIP!... |
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| Oh fear!... Oh socks!...Oh mercy, masters!... |
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| Have mercy on me, pink socks!... |
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| ...Pray intercede for me with the master's socks! |
