Will Of Her Whip
Ms Fareeda madam explains to me that I shall be subject to the whip in her household and must therefore obey everything she and her husband say. I kiss her feet by way of demonstrating my compliance with her will, and her WHIP!
Demonstrating my submission and obedience towards Ms Fareeda madam - and her WHIP! |
Meanwhile, the master-sir's sandalled foot - the foot of her husband - dangles beneath my kneeling torso |
It is a foot I will doubtless be required to respectfully kiss many times... |
...the foot of a real man - my joint owner along with his wife, my mistress |
And such a pretty mistress! |
I fervently, and fearfully, kiss Ms Fareeda's sneaker... |
...under the shadow of her WHIP! |
Her short, nylon stocking towers over my humble sneaker-kissing head... |
...as does her WHIP! |
Oh how I fear the WHIP! |
The master-sir doesn't fear it - as he shall never be the recipient of its mighty STING! |
The WHIP; the feet; the slavish fear - this is my lowly life from now on! |