Not Part Of Her Family

Ms Mukta kindly reminds me of my lowly place in her happy household:

‘Always remember, slave, you are NOT a part of this family. You are here to serve us. Anything more will earn you 50 lashes from your master Simon’s whip!’

‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. I kiss your feet, mistress, and will be a good slave to you and your family, miss. Please don’t beat me, masters!’

Ms Mukta kindly reminds me that I am NOT part of her family

I am here to serve her and her husband...

...and I am therefore subject to the WHIP!

I kiss Ms Mukta's extended foot and seek to reassure both her, and my master-sir, of my slavish devotion to them

Better to kiss feet than feel WHIP!

She kindly switches feet in front of my kneeling face - several times!

I am where I belong - at the feet of my masters and betters

Master Simon sir, meanwhile, looks on - WHIP in hand!

He monitors my submission to make sure I pay his wife's feet all due slavish respect

I'll wager that I shall be required to kiss his own feet ere long!

Master Simon sir's socks must be viewed with the same slavish respect as his lovely wife's socks!

He is NOT my friend - and nor is his WHIP!

The feet of the man who holds the WHIP hand!

The feet of his wife - also NOT my friend

Rather, these fine people are my OWNERS, and must be respected and obeyed!


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