My new master-sir is of Japanese origins. He lays down the
law to me in his living room and in his broken English spoken with a masterful
Japanese accent whilst I kiss his feet:
‘You now my foot slave, old man. You obey me. I your master.
You not obey me, you feel whip! Very sore! Very pain! You never look at me above
sock. All the time you kiss feet – your master feet, my girlfriend feet, my
family feet. You a slave for everyone. You fear us. You obey us!’
‘Yes, master sir. I will fear and obey you all sir, and will
be a good footslave to you, your family and your friends, master sir. Please
don’t beat me, sir!’
Meanwhile, my master-sir’s aforementioned girlfriend watches
me with the female contempt I so richly deserve as I grovel and fawn at her manly boyfriend’s
feet – the female contempt reserved for a male slave!
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| ‘You now my foot slave, old man. You obey me. I your master... |
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| ...You not obey me, you feel whip! Very sore! Very pain!' |
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| ‘Yes, master sir... I will be a good footslave to you, your family and your friends, master sir. Please don’t beat me, sir!’ |
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| Demonstrating my slavish fear and respect for my new master-sir, and his WHIP, in the only way I know how... by kissing his feet! |
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| 'You never look at me above sock. All the time you kiss feet – your master feet, my girlfriend feet, my family feet.' |
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| I am looked down upon with righteous female contempt by the master-sir's pretty, Japanese girlfriend |
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| I look forward to slavishly kissing her sneakers... |
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| ...and studying her socks |
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| Socks I shall no doubt become intimately acquainted with... |
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| ...including the pattern in the stitching! |
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| But, for now, it is the master's sock creases I must focus on... |
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| ...as I kiss, and smell, his rubbery-canvas sneakers |
