Complimentary Whip

A magnanimous slave trader offers to throw in a complimentary whip to the slave’s prospective purchasers – a happily married couple looking for a household footslave.

From the corner of his impotent eye, the hapless slave nervously eyes up his potential new masters’ feet and footwear as he kneels in the dirt – pristine white, platform sneakers with matching feminine white socks on the lady; dusty brown leather boots on the man.

If the sale goes through, the slave realises he will quickly become very familiar with all this couple’s boots, shoes and socks, as well as the textures and smells of their respective, bare footskin, toenails and toejam!

The magnanimous, but wily, slave-trader offers to throw in a complimentary, brown leather WHIP...

...if the happy couple agree to purchase the footslave!

The about-to-be-purchased slave, meanwhile, eyes up his potential new owners' footwear...

...the dusty, brown leather boots of the master-sir

Who knows what socks may lie underneath those boots?

And the pristine white platform sneakers of the mistress-madam...

...replete with matching white SOCKS!

BOOTS...

...and SOCKS

Welcome to the, understandably nervous, footslave's new world!

Will the couple be kind to him, or will they make good use of their complimentary WHIP?

I suspect it will be the latter...

...if the cruel expression on the mistress's pretty face is anything to go by!

This slave would be wise to study his new master and mistress's feet and footwear in great detail!

In particular, he must get to know each and every STITCH in his mistress's SOCKS...

...since he will have to be pleasing to them, if he is to avoid the BITING STING of the WHIP!


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