One False Move

In the Gynarchy of Barbaria, some women employ burly overseers to monitor their slaves, leaving them free to get on with their busy lives in the sure and certain knowledge that their slave will be kept compliant at their feet, thanks to the overseer's skill and dexterity with the WHIP!

Here we see one such burly overseer-sir ensuring that the slave remains perfectly still whilst serving as a bootrest for his pretty mistress. The slave knows only too well that one false move of his humble head will inevitably lead to the biting, stinging CRACK of the overseer’s WHIP across his bare back!

Nervously serving as a booted-foot rest for his pretty mistress beneath the unrelenting gaze of the burly overseer

The slave must surely feel the weight of his mistress's BOOT...

...pressing down upon his humble head...

...and thereby forcing him to look down at her other BOOT?

I expect he feels the weight of her SOCK also?

But the thing most preying upon his menial mind...

...must undoubtedly be the overseer master-sir and his WHIP!

This man knows how to WHIP!

The WHIP!

His WHIP!

The overseer-sir's BOOTS

The slave's humble view of the overseer master-sir's BOOT!

Haha, truly this slave is at the mercy of his betters' BOOTS!

His is an ignominious, BOOT-DOMINATED existence!

BOOTS and the WHIP - the main items in his lowly life!

He especially fears the WHIP...

...and what it can do to him in the burly overseer-sir's capable hands!

Must stay perfectly still. Mustn't move an inch. Otherwise, it will mean the WHIP!


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