Kissing The Feet Of His Betters

‘How do you like it, whipped slave – kissing the feet of your betters?’

‘Oh pray sir, have mercy master-sir. Sir, I like it sir, but not that much sir, begging your masterful mercy and forgiveness, sir. Sir, you and your wife are my masters, sir. I kiss your wife’s feet, sir.’

The slave's master-sir mocks him as he grovels at the feet of his master's wife

‘How do you like it, whipped slave...

...kissing the feet of your betters?’

The master-sir's magnificent, ornate boots...

...themselves ripe for kissing!

I'll wager those masculine boots have been, and will be, kiss-respected many times by the slave's menial mouth!

But, for now, his lowly lips must concentrate on embracing his mistress's delicate, feminine shoe-toe...

...so close to her soft, bare footskin!

He puckers his pathetic lips over the decorative, religious shoe buckle...

...thereby kiss-respecting her superior foot...

...the foot of his better

Truly this slave is in the presence of his gods and masters!

They relish lording it over him

And rightly so...

...for they are his infinite betters, entitled to look down on him!

He kisses feet under the STING of the WHIP!

He's pathetic like that!

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