Where The Real Power Lies
In this scene, the whipmaster may be a burly man, but it is with the woman that the real power lies. Hence the slave, wisely, kisses her feet as he begs for sweet feminine mercy!
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| This elderly slave knows where the real power lies |
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| And is with his mistress, not her whipmaster! |
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| Hence he grovels and fawns to his mistress's feet... |
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| ...showering her shiny shoes with supplicating kisses... |
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| ...his nugatory nose nuzzling her bright golden shoe-buckles... |
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| ...as he pleads not to be WHIPPED! |
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| Meanwhile, the professional whipmaster employed by the mistress waits with his mighty weapon in hand... |
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| ...his WHIP! |
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| You'd think, given the whipmaster's evident power and strength... |
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| ...that it would be his shoes the slave would be grovelling over? |
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| But it is the slave's mistress who shall decide his fate |
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| In her, resides all the POWER! |
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| So the slave does wisely to kiss her shoes... |
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| ...and to blubber over them for mercy! |
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| The mistress clearly likes having her shoes kissed |
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| You can see it in her pretty face! |
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| So keep on kissing, slave! |
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| It is your only hope of avoiding the STING of the WHIP! |

















