Kissing Her Slippers

‘Kiss my daughter’s slippers, footslave, or you’ll soon feel the STING of my WHIP on your back!’

‘Yes, mistress Jean madam. At once, mistress Jean madam. Please don’t whip me, madam?’

I obediently bow down and kiss Ms Arabella’s slippers. All I can see, is her SOCK!

‘Kiss my daughter’s slippers, footslave, or you’ll soon feel the STING of my WHIP on your back!’

The aforementioned, dreaded WHIP of my mistress Jean madam!

I obediently kiss her 21-year-old daughter Ms Arabella madam's slippers, under pressure from Ms Jean madam's boot!

Slippers, boots, socks, the WHIP...

...such is my lowly life!

I study Ms Arabella's plain grey SOCK whilst I'm down there

The SOCK of a goddess!

Meanwhile, my own mistress Jean's SOCK weighs heavily on my neck

And it is a SOCK - thigh-length, bobbled and creased!

My mistress Jean madam really knows how to dress to impress!

She still attracts a lot of male suitors, as, no doubt, does her equally beautiful daughter Ms Arabella!

The two ladies revel in their POWER over me...

...the slipper-kissing fool at their FEET!

Slipper-kisser and sock-admirer, that is!

For I cannot help but admire the lines of stitching in Ms Arabella madam's SOCK!
 

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