Under The Watchful Whip
My Kazakh mistress requires me to show her appropriate slavish respect, by kissing her Kazakh boots – all under the watchful eye, and the WHIP, of her slave overseer!
Kissing boots, under the constant threat of the WHIP! |
Better to kiss boots than feel WHIP! |
I kiss the laces of my Kazakh mistress's ornate, brown leather boots... |
...beneath the hem of her traditional, embroidered dress |
Meanwhile, the much less ornate boots of my mistress's slave-overseer stand threateningly behind me... |
...holding the WHIP! |
A WHIP destined for my back if I fail to please my masters! |
I therefore kiss boot with abandonment... |
...in an effort to be pleasing to my betters |
I can smell, as well as taste, the leathery mustiness of my mistress's Kazakh boot... |
...as the hem of her long dress brushes against my kneeling forehead |
These boots are made for kissing! |