Pledging My Slavish Obedience

My mistress Ms Shanice madam is introducing me to her 20-year-old niece, Ms Kelly Ann madam, who is staying with her for a few days on a break from Uni.

‘This is my slave, Kelly Ann darling, and while you are staying here he is your slave too! Beat him and whip him if he displeases you in any way! If there is a smudge on your shoe. If there is an unwanted crease on your sock. If he looks up at you above the ankle! He is yours to do with whatsoever you please, and my WHIP is always at your disposal. You are his master, my dear!’

‘Thank you, auntie!’

‘Slave, kiss miss Kelly Ann’s feet and show her the respect she deserves. Welcome her to my home and pledge your slavish obedience to her!’

‘Yes, mistress Shanice madam. At once, mistress Shanice madam… Oh pray, miss Kelly Ann madam, God bless you, miss Kelly Ann madam, and welcome to my mistress’s abode, miss. I am your slave, miss. Please do beat me if I displease you, miss, for I am at your humble service, miss. Your wish is my command, miss.’

Miss Kelly Ann arrogantly stretches forth her sneakered feet, one after the other, for me to fearfully kiss-respect in front of her aunt.

My mistress Shanice madam introducing me to her niece, Ms Kelly Ann madam

She is explaining that I am now at her niece's disposal...

...and that Ms Kelly Ann shall have free rein with the WHIP!

The WHIP, I say!... The WHIP!

The boots of my mistress Shanice which have oftentimes been kissed by my lowly lips in supplication

‘Slave, kiss miss Kelly Ann’s feet and show her the respect she deserves.' 

‘Yes, mistress Shanice madam...God bless you, miss Kelly Ann madam, and welcome to my mistress’s abode, miss.'

The two ladies glower down at me as I humbly pledge my slavish obedience to miss Kelly Ann madam

I have been warned - even a crease in her SOCK may merit the WHIP!

'Please do beat me if I displease you, miss, for I am at your humble service, miss.' 

'Your wish is my command, miss.’

My well-trained slavishness is born of the WHIP!

As you can see, my mistress Shanice is a great believer in the POWER of the WHIP to instil obedience in a slave!

And she's not wrong! As her niece switches her sneakered feet beneath my face, I humbly kiss her other sneaker!

Better to kiss feet, be they in BOOTS or SNEAKERS, than to feel WHIP!

'Mercy, mistress Kelly Ann madam. I am your slave, miss!'

'I kiss your feet, miss.'

'Not the WHIP, I prithee mistress?'

'I will be a good and obedient slave to you, miss.'

The source of my submission - the WHIP!

A WHIP wielded by two ladies!

Ms Kelly Ann madam is now a young woman with unbridled POWER over me!

It is right and proper that I should kiss her feet!


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