A freshly-whipped slave serves as a footrest for his
magnificent master-sir’s sweaty feet:
‘Slave, keep your whipped back still so that I can rest
my feet on it!’
‘Yes, master sir. I am a good slave, master sir. Please
don’t beat me again, sir.’
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| The master relaxes after whipping his slave... |
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| ...by using the latter as a footrest for his sweaty, bare feet |
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| The slave feels the full weight of his master's feet and legs! |
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| He can also feel the sweatiness on his master's toes! |
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| Meanwhile, the magnificent and mighty master-sir is oblivious to his weak and feeble slave's suffering |
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| He is focussed on watching television... |
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| ...whilst resting his sweaty, manly feet on the pathetic slave's neck and back! |
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| The slave is compelled to look downwards... |
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| ...down at the floor... |
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| ...and down at his master's discarded sandals and WHIP! |
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| Timely reminders to him, should he need them, of his bondage and subjugation! |
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| Meanwhile, the master digs his foot into the nape of the slave's otherwise nugatory neck |
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| 'Keep your head still, slave, or you'll feel more of my WHIP!' |
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| 'The WHIP, I say!... The WHIP!' |
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| 'Oh pray, m...master sir. Oh mercy, m...master. Not the whip, sir, I beg of thee! I will be still, sir!' |
