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!’
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Ms Mukta kindly reminds me that I am NOT part of her family |
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I am here to serve her and her husband... |
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...and I am therefore subject to the WHIP! |
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I kiss Ms Mukta's extended foot and seek to reassure both her, and my master-sir, of my slavish devotion to them |
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Better to kiss feet than feel WHIP! |
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She kindly switches feet in front of my kneeling face - several times! |
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I am where I belong - at the feet of my masters and betters |
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Master Simon sir, meanwhile, looks on - WHIP in hand! |
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He monitors my submission to make sure I pay his wife's feet all due slavish respect |
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I'll wager that I shall be required to kiss his own feet ere long! |
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Master Simon sir's socks must be viewed with the same slavish respect as his lovely wife's socks! |
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He is NOT my friend - and nor is his WHIP! |
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The feet of the man who holds the WHIP hand! |
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The feet of his wife - also NOT my friend |
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Rather, these fine people are my OWNERS, and must be respected and obeyed! |