Mercy For The Obedient Slave

A master-sir lays down the law to his newly acquired household slave:

‘In this household, mercy will only be shown to the obedient slave!’

‘Yes, master sir. I will be a good and obedient slave to you and your wife, sir. Please don’t whip me, sir?’

‘In this household, mercy will only be shown to the obedient slave!’

‘Yes, master sir. I will be a good and obedient slave to you and your wife, sir... 

...Please don’t whip me, sir?’

I kiss the whip-wielding master sir's sandals...

...in an effort to demonstrate my submission and obedience towards him...

...thus avoiding more STING from his WHIP!

Oh the BURNING STING!

The WHIP!

This is my new MASTER. He MUST be OBEYED!

As must his pretty wife - my new MISTRESS!

She is amused by my grovelling fear at her mighty husband's FEET!

I am acutely aware of her SNEAKERED and SOCKED feet also

They too must be shown slavish respect and adoration!

Her SOCKS watch on at my humiliation at her husband's BARE and SANDALLED feet!

SOCKS which I shall, no doubt, shortly be ordered to kiss-respect in turn!

But, for now at least, it is my MASTER'S feet and footwear that must be slavishly fawned to!

The mistress's SNEAKERS and SOCKS will just have to wait!

For it is currently her HUSBAND who holds the WHIP!

'Haha, you see the power of the WHIP, honey? He's kissing my feet because he fears me - and my WHIP!'

 

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