Park Masters

A magnificent Japanese master-sir and his pretty girlfriend enjoy mocking me as I languish in the stocks in the public park.

‘Haha…look! He a whipped! We laugh at him!’

‘Haha… you make him kiss feet, Hiroshi. You his master!’

‘Haha… you hear my girlfriend, slave? You kiss my foot. I your master. You whipped in stocks! Haha.’

‘Haha, make him look at sock, Hiroshi. He your sock slave!’

‘Haha, you look at my sock, slave. Worship Japanese man sock. You a nobody. I better than you. Sock better than you! Haha.’

‘Haha…you his master, Hiroshi-San. He worship your sock! Haha.’

The happy couple laugh out loud at me and at my unquestionable inferiority to master Hiroshi sir’s sock, before heading off arm in arm!

‘Haha…look! He a whipped! We laugh at him!’

'You kiss my foot. I your master. You whipped in stocks! Haha.’

‘Haha, you look at my sock, slave. Worship Japanese man sock.'

I obey master Hiroshi-San, by kissing his outstretched foot and admiring his crumpled sock...

...whilst having the added indignity of having to observe his pretty girlfriend's sock in the distance

Truly, I am surrounded by the FEET, SNEAKERS and SOCKS of my BETTERS!

Better to KISS FEET than FEEL WHIP!

I nuzzle the Japanese master-sir's SOCK as I side-kiss his SNEAKER

His girlfriend's SOCKS giggle at me and mock me

She loves seeing her manly boyfriend humiliating me!

‘Haha…you his master, Hiroshi-San. He worship your sock! Haha.’

The couple then turn their Japanese backs on me and depart...

...whispering sweet nothings to one another in Japanese...

...and no dobut continuing to laugh at me...

...the stockaded slave at their FEET!

I continue, humbly, to study the master-sir's cream-coloured SOCKS...

...and the movements in their creases and folds as they walk away from me triumphantly!


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