Deeply religious Ms Mukta madam has her slave kiss a
visiting monk-sir’s hairy, sandalled feet
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| Kissing the feet of a visiting monk-sir, under the threat of the WHIP! |
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| The slave focuses on the monk master-sir's musty-smelling, brown leathery sandal straps |
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| Inevitably, however, the slave's lowly lips are perilously close to the monk-sir's hairy feet and toes! |
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| The slave can smell the aroma of unwashed monk foot... |
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| ...as his lower lip is tickled by the man's foot-hairs |
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| Oh how humbling, oh how humiliating for the elderly slave man! |
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| The monk-sir switches feet, thus demanding that the slave pay equal slavish homage to his other foot |
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| Meanwhile, the kneeling, feetkissing slave is acutely aware of his mistress's sneakered and socked feet standing behind him... |
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| ...She who holds the WHIP! |
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| The esteemed, religious guest congratulates his hostess on her well-trained and obedient slave... |
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| ...before once again looking down upon the pathetic slave at his feet |
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| He switches his manly feet once again in front of the slave's face |
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| The WHIP dangles ominously against the slave's naked flank as he fearfully pays labial homage to the manly foot in front of him |
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| The frightened slave bravely lowers his lips to the monk-sir's lower toe strap |
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| His lips are now perilously close to the monk-master's manly toe hairs! |
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| But the slave does not baulk at his menial task in mouth... |
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| ...not even when the owner of the hairy toes switches feet yet again beneath his humble head! |
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| He is a slave - and therefore must kiss feet... |
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| ...the feet of his betters... |
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| ...and repeatedly so, until he is ordered to stop! |
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| Better to kiss feet than feel WHIP! |
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| The WHIP! |
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| The WHIP, I say! The WHIP! |
