A Gynarchy master-sir has his household slave wash his feet
in front of his pretty girlfriend:
‘Clean my feet, slave, and clean them very well!’
‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. Please don’t beat
me sir.’
‘Haha, obey my man, slave! Clean his feet!’
‘Yes, mistress madam. Your boyfriend is my mighty master,
mistress. I must always obey him, mistress, else I shall feel the sting of his whip, begging your female pardon and
understanding, miss?’
She laughs at me in my impotence at her handsome boyfriend's feet.
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| ‘Clean my feet, slave... |
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...and clean them very well!’
‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. Please don’t beat me sir.’
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| ‘Haha, obey my man, slave! Clean his feet!’ |
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| The feet I would really like to be washing... |
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| ...the feet of the master-sir's beautiful, mocking girlfriend! |
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| But, for now at least, I must focus on the humble job in hand - that of washing my master's feet! |
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| I gently knead his outstretched foot in the water... |
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| ...whilst remaining acutely aware of my master's nearby WHIP, hanging from a chair! |
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| The mistress's feet - so near and yet so far! |
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| Mocking me she may be... |
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| ...but her feet are crying out for my humble and respectful touch! |
Haha, don't worry, slave! I'll wager those soft feminine feet will soon be filling your slave hands as you divest them of their sweat and toejam!
