‘Are you frightened of me, slave? Do you fear the STING of my cane?’
‘Oh pray, master sir, Indubitably, sir. Oh beg, sir.
Please don’t beat me sir. You cane very well, sir!’
‘Kiss your master’s feet, slave, and pray that he doesn’t
apply the cane again to the backs of your already sore, bare thighs. For he is
your master and can do as he pleases with you!’
‘Yes, mistress madam. I kiss the master’s feet and beg, mistress
madam.’
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| ‘Kiss your master’s feet, slave, and pray that he doesn’t apply the cane again to the backs of your already sore, bare thighs!' |
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| ‘Yes, mistress madam. I kiss the master’s feet and beg, mistress madam.’ |
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| Better for a slave to kiss feet than feel CANE! |
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| The slave is hoping aginmst hope that the feel of his lowly lips on the master's toes will induce mercy in him |
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| It could be a forlorn hope! Observe how the slave humbly cradles his master's foot, which he regards as a divine object |
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| He makes sure his lips touch sandal leather also! |
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| All in a feeble effort to avoid the CANE! |
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| For this slave's master-sir is really adept at applying the cane! |
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| He's had years of practice on slaves! |
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| Meanwhile the mistress continues to add sage words of advice to the slave |
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| 'He is your master and can do as he pleases with you!’ |
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| I'll wager the slave's trembling lips will have kissed those mistressly feet also on many an ignominious occasion? |
