Fear Of The Whip

In the privacy of their own home, my magnificent Japanese master-sir and mistress-madam exert their authority over me – an authority afforded to them by the WHIP!

‘You fear WHIP, slave?’

‘Oh pray, master sir. Oh yes, indeed, master sir. This slave very much fears the WHIP, sir, especially in the hands of such an accomplished whipmaster as yourself, good master. Sir, you WHIP very well, master sir. I kiss your feet, sir.’

‘Haha, you kiss my wife feet also, slave, or I WHIP you!’

‘Yes, master sir. Thanking you kindly, kind master sir. It will be an honour for me to kiss the mistress’s feet, masters. Please don’t WHIP me, masters?’

Having grovelled at the master’s feet I crawl over to the mistress’s feet, whilst remaining acutely aware of the WHIP hovering over my kneeling back!

‘Haha, that right slave. You kiss my wife feet, or you feel STING of WHIP!’

The mistress now chips in:

‘Haha, you a slave. You kiss my feet or my husband WHIP you, slave! Haha, you a nothing. You cower under my husband WHIP!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. Yes, master sir. Please don’t beat me, masters. I kiss your feet, sirs.’ 

‘You fear WHIP, slave?’

‘Oh pray, master sir. Oh yes, indeed, master sir. This slave very much fears the WHIP, sir...  

...especially in the hands of such an accomplished whipmaster as yourself, good master...

...Sir, you WHIP very well, master sir... 

...I kiss your feet, sir.’

The superb couple laugh at me as I grovel before my mighty master in abject fear of the WHIP!

‘Haha, you kiss my wife feet also, slave, or I WHIP you!’

‘Yes, master sir. Thanking you kindly, kind master sir. It will be an honour for me to kiss the mistress’s feet, masters...

...Please don’t WHIP me, masters?’

I lower my lips to the mistress's outstretched SNEAKER, making sure to kiss it on the area close to her SOCK

My humbling view of the mistress's SOCK

And it's all thanks to the WHIP, and my abject fear of its STING. All hail the WHIP!