Unremitting Toil
A slave’s unremitting toil under his taskmaster’s angry lash is broken only by the sounds of joyous laughter coming from the slave’s owners as they relax in the shade.
The slave's owners relax in the shade as they live off the fruits of his unremitting labour |
'Work harder, slave! Clean those rocks for your masters... |
...or you'll continue to feel the biting STING of my lash!... |
...Remember, my WHIP is never far from your back... |
...Work, slave!... Work!' |
Meanwhile, the slave's mistress and master enjoy watching the taskmaster goading the slave |
Their shoes and socks glisten in the midday sun |
I'll wager the work slave's menial mouth will have tasted not just the leather of his master's mighty loafers... |
...but also the sweat from his master's sultry socks! |
Plus, of course, the tastes and smells of his mistress's sneakers and socks! |
The slave's nose will undoubtedly have been required to respectfully trace the lines of stitching in his pretty mistress's blue and white socks! |
'Haha, the slave works under the lash while we relax!', quips master Simon sir jubilantly to his lovely wife |