Kissing The Feet Of His Betters (ii)

‘Kiss my pretty girlfriend’s boots, slave!’

‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.’

‘How does it feel, slave – kissing the feet of your betters?’

‘Oh pray, master sir, if it pleases you, master sir, this slave feels honoured to kiss the feet of his masters, master sir. I will be a good and obedient slave to the mistress, master.’

‘Make sure you always keep your eyes lower than her socks, slave, or you’ll feel the sting of my WHIP on your back!’

‘Yes, master sir. I will obey you, master sir. Please don’t whip me, sir. The whip is very sore, sir.’

The master sir then addresses his pretty girlfriend:

‘Are you satisfied with his submission and obedience to you, sweetheart?’

‘Let him be whipped, honey. I want to watch you whipping him!’

The master smiles and fulfils his girlfriend’s request. All my humble bootkissing has been in vain, it seems!

‘Kiss my pretty girlfriend’s boots, slave!’

‘Make sure you always keep your eyes lower than her socks, slave, or you’ll feel the sting of my WHIP on your back!’

The WHIP! The master's WHIP!

Better to kiss BOOT than feel WHIP!

The master sir's bare feet are nearby whilst the slave obediently kisses his master's girlfriend's BOOTS!

The wretched old fool also ensures that his lowly gaze does not extend above the mistress's SOCKS!

The slave realises he is worth less than his master's girlfriend's SOCKS!

Better to submit to SOCK than feel WHIP!

The slave continues to obediently kiss BOOT as his betters discuss his fate high above him

The mistress madam politely implores her manly boyfriend to WHIP the slave!

A request which no REAL MAN could ever deny his pretty girlfriend!

'You're going to be WHIPPED, slave!'

The master's girlfriend - the slave's mistress - remains impassive as sentence is pronounced on the slave!

Haha, no amount of humble BOOTKISSING, it seems, is enough to spare the lowly slave the STING of the WHIP!

'M...mercy masters! Not the WHIP, I prithee masters!'

'Oh the WHIP!... The WHIP hurts, masters!...Oh the soreness!... Oh the STING!'

Haha - whine all you like, slave. You're still going to be WHIPPED! Haha, perhaps the mighty STING of your master's WHIP will teach you humility and obedience at the feet of your betters?

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