Here we see a well-trained footslave, obediently and
unobtrusively kneeling with his head humbly bowed behind his mistress’s
sneakered and socked feet as she converses on her phone in the sink-estate
corridor. This place clearly knows his place – a place no doubt taught to him
by his mistress’s WHIP, hanging from her slender waist!
Haha, that's right slave! Grovel in the dirt behind your pretty mistress's feet. Better to grovel in dirt than to wear the ignominious marks of her WHIP!
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| The well-trained slave who knows his lowly place grovels in the corridor dirt behind his mistress's feet |
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| He dare not even look up at her short SOCKS... |
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| ...so much does he fear the STING of her WHIP! |
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| If he was brave enough to look, he would see her familiar short white sneaker-socks and red and white sneakers |
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| Sneakers, and socks, which he has had occasion to kiss-respect on many a humiliating occasion! |
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| Meanwhile, his pretty mistress is oblivious to his fear and trembling behind her |
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| The cause of his unmanly fear - the WHIP! |
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| This is the end of the WHIP the slave is most familiar with! |
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| Better to grovel than feel WHIP! |
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| The WHIP, I say!... The WHIP! |
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| Think about your mistress's WHIP, slave - as well as her SHOES and SOCKS! |
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| For her WHIP, SHOES and SOCKS dominate your lowly life! |
