My master likes to beat me, even if I haven’t done anything
wrong – which is, of course, his perfect right, given that I am his slave and
his property. Likewise, he has me kiss his feet and thank him for my beating,
complimenting him on his skill and dexterity with the cane. Which, again, is his perfect
right!
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My master-sir exercising his perfect right to beat me |
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I contemplate my lowliness and powerlessness vis-a-vis my magnificent master sir... |
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...handsome, cruel and determined! |
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The hairy feet I shall soon be kissing in abject humility and gratitude for my beating |
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I must ensure that my lowly lips embrace my master-sir's hairy toes... |
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...and that I don't baulk at the cheesy smell... |
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...otherwise I shall be reacquainted with the STING of my master's cane! |
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Post-beating, I duly fall to my knees and kiss-respect my master-sir's feet... |
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...embracing his toes... |
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...beneath his brown leathery, musty-smelling sandal straps |
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These are the feet of the man who has just beaten me! |
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A GREAT man! |
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A MAGNIFICENT man! |
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My MASTER! |
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I fear, respect and admire him |
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I'm just a slave! |