A magnificent, fat master-sir mercilessly mocks me in the
stocks in the local shopping mall whilst his pretty girlfriend watches on
gleefully! He manfully points out the sign on my set of stocks that denotes me
as a ‘slave’, and kindly explains to me (as if I didn’t already know) that it
means I have to do everything he says!
I notice that the fabulous, fat master-sir is wearing white,
low-top sneakers with black socks, and I hope and pray (internally, of course)
that he doesn’t make me kiss his shoes and socks!
Fortunately, the master sir instead orders me to kiss his beautiful
girlfriend’s feet, and since she is wearing white hi-tops with white socks,
that’s not so bad!
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| 'Look, boy! It says 'slave'!... |
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| ...that means you gotta do whatever I say!' |
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| I am certainly in no position to argue with the master-sir, not least because he is merely stating the obvious! |
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| I notice his black socks and white sneakers... |
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| ...and hope against hope that he doesn't order me to kiss them! |
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| My fate is in his fat hands! |
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| His uber-pretty girlfriend, meanwhile, very much enjoys her man's goading of me! |
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| SHE is wearing nice, white SOCKS... |
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| ...with equally nice-looking, white hi-top sneakers! |
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| I must slavishly confess, I wouldn't mind it if the master-sir ordered me to kiss his girlfriend's feet! |
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| Joy of joys, that's precisely what he does and she, obligingly, steps up to my confined face! |
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| How the master-sir chuckles and laughs as I must abase myself at his pretty girlfriend's feet, and at his behest! |
