My superb dungeon master-sir has many implements of
punishment at his diabolical disposal. I therefore kiss his magnificent boots literally
hundreds of times every day, which he likes, in an effort to elicit masculine mercy
and compassion in him. However, unfortunately for me, there is not a merciful bone
in his body!
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| Kissing my dungeon-master's BOOTS as I am very much in his POWER and at his MERCY! |
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| He has many implements of physical punishment at his disposal |
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| The rusty metal 'claw'... |
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| ...used to scrape my skin! |
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| The 'neck pressurizer' |
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| The 'rack' |
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| The red hot 'brazier' |
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| And, of course, last but not least... the WHIP! |
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| M...Mercy M...master... I kiss your BOOTS, S...sir!... |
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| Oh pray, Master Sir... |
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| I am your slave, Sir... |
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| Please don't hurt me, Sir... |
