‘Clean my girlfriend’s feet, slave. And do it well, or
you’ll feel the biting STING of my WHIP on your bent-over back!’
‘Yes, master sir. I hear and obey you sir. I will be a
good feet-cleaner to your girlfriend, sir. Pray don’t whip me, sir!’
A Gynarchy household footslave anxiously obeys his master-sir by washing his master's guest's feet.
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| ‘Clean my girlfriend’s feet, slave. And do it well, or you’ll feel the biting STING of my WHIP on your bent-over back!’ |
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| ‘Yes, master sir. I hear and obey you sir. I will be a good feet-cleaner to your girlfriend, sir. Pray don’t whip me, sir!’ |
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| This slave's 'bent-over' back is clearly no stranger to the WHIP! |
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| The WHIP! |
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| The master's socks and sandals |
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| The bemused face of the master's female guest |
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| The slave focuses intently on the humble task in hand - that of washing the guest's feet |
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| He must do all he can to avoid the STING of his mighty master's WHIP! |
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| He massages the mistress's feet in the basin of soapy, warm water |
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| His bony old hands gingerly and respectfully touch her bare feet below the water line |
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| Haha - I'll wager those same bony old fingers have had to remove his master's socks and sandals and wash those feet also on many a humiliating occasion! |
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| Such is the demeaning, degrading fate of a household footslave in the Gynarchy - a lowly life lived under the WHIP! |
