Ms Maria introduces her friend, Ms Anuncia, to her slave,
whilst Maria’s manly boyfriend, master Beau sir, casually looks on. You wouldn’t
catch him grovelling in the dirt on his hands and knees and kissing a
girl’s feet! But then, master Beau sir isn’t a slave – and never will
be!
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| When a slave is introduced to one of his master or mistress's friends, he must kiss their feet... |
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| ...as befits a slave! |
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| And he must do so under the threat of the WHIP! |
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| Better to kiss feet than feel WHIP! |
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| The grovelling old fool makes sure Ms Anuncia madam can really feel his trembling lips through the leather of her shoe |
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| For he wants her to sense his abject submission to her - as she is the friend of his mistress maria |
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| Ms Anuncia is seemingly unimpressed, however, at the slave's obsequious servility |
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| Ms Maria, meanwhile, watches her slave like a hawk... |
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| ...whilst keeping a firm female grip on her WHIP! |
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| Her WHIP, I say!... Her WHIP! |
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| Ms Maria's feet. I'll wager those dainty feet have been similarly kiss-respected by the grovelling old slave on many an occasion! |
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| Thee are, after all, the feet of his owner and better! |
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| Master Beau sir's boots - likewise oft kiss-respected by the pathetic old slave man! |
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| The ornate tops of master Beau sir's boots |
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| What a handsome fellow he is. Small wonder the ladies love him! |
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| unlike the slave - whom they despise! |
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| He's just a 'thing' that grovels in the dirt at their feet... |
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| ...and must obey their every command! |
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| He lives in the dirt beath the hems of their dresses... |
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| ...close to their feet |
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| Ladies' shoes are his life... |
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| ...along with the boots of his master-sir! |
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| Shoes, feet, boots, the WHIP... |
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| ...Welcome to the world of a slave! |
