My new mistress, Ms Mukta madam, is showing me her WHIP in
the WHIPPING BARN:
‘This is the WHIP I’ll be using on you, slave! As you can
see, it’s made of brown leather, and my hubby Simon keeps it well-oiled and
supple so that it will easily wrap around your entire torso whenever I apply it
to your bare back! Do you think you will like wearing its RED STING, slave? Or
will you seek to avoid the WHIP, by kissing my feet and pleasing me?’
‘Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam, this slave very much
fears the WHIP. It is better for a slave
to KISS FEET than feel the WHIP, madam, in this slave’s humble opinion, miss,
begging your female pardon and forgiveness, miss?’
She chuckles and stands up, stretching out her SNEAKERED FOOT
on the ground before me:
‘Well then, slave. In that case, you’d better get on with
it, isn’t it?... Kiss my foot!’
‘Yes, mistress.’
I lean my lips forward, and kiss the dusty toe of her
outstretched SNEAKER, whilst admiring my new mistress’s blue and white SOCK.
This will be my lowly life from now on – kissing FEET in a desperate attempt to
avoid the WHIP!
But, like I said to my beautiful mistress, better to KISS FEET than feel WHIP!
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| Showing me her WHIP! |
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| She explains that her husband (my master-sir) keeps the WHIP well-oiled and supple... |
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| ...so that it will wrap around my torso with each STINGING application! |
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| My humbling view of my new mistress's SHOES and SOCKS as she describes the efficacy of her WHIP to me! |
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| There then ensues a discussion between my mistress and myself about whether it is better for a slave to KISS FEET... |
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| ...than to FEEL WHIP? |
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| In my menial mind there is no debate - and the sight of my mistress's lovely SOCK only reinforces my humble view... |
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| ...which is that it is always better for a slave to KISS FEET, when threatened with the WHIP! |
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| A glance over at the brown leather WHIP further reinforces my humble and cowardly opinion! |
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| Especially since my mistress appears to have a firm and experienced grasp of the WHIP! |
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| The WHIP, I say! The WHIP! Just look at its STINGING END! |
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| My mistress chuckles when I deliver my verdict on the WHIP versus KISSING FEET! |
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| And she promptly raises herself up from her crouching position so that I might put my weaselly words into practice... |
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| ...and KISS HER FEET! |
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| All hail the WHIP! Such is the POWER of the WHIP! |
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| It reduces a slave like me to a grovelling wretch! |
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| I place my lowly lips near the top of mistress's SNEAKER, so that I might better examine her SOCK |
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| It is a SOCK, along with all her other SOCKS, I shall no doubt become increasingly familiar with... |
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| ...as I repeatedly KISS FEET! |
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| No doubt I shall be required to get to know her husband's SOCKS in similar manner - the SOCKS of my WHIP-OILING MASTER! |
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| But, for now, I must focus on the WHIP-WIELDER'S SOCKS! |
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| I humbly, and fearfully, KISS FEET beneath the WHIP! |
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| My mistress graciously opines that I have made the right choice... |
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| ...for the sake of my BACK, as she puts it! |
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| I thank her kindly for her kind and compassionate words... |
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| ...whilst remaining steadfastly focussed on her SOCK. I can even see the INDIVIDUAL STITCHES in her SOCK! |
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| Her SOCK! My mistress's SOCK! |
