Escorting Me Home

Having just purchased me at auction, my new owners are kindly escorting me to my new home, their farmstead, on my hands and knees, with the mistress-madam taking up the rear and urging me on with her WHIP - a WHIP which I fancy I shall sadly be becoming intimately acquainted with over the coming days, months and possibly years!

My magnificent and Righteous new master-sir leads me on a leash, whilst his pretty wife takes up the rear!

I crawl to heel behind my master's SHOE...

...the SHOE of a MIGHTY man...

...a Righteous man...

...who is no doubt plotting and savouring my many future punishments as his slave!

Meanwhile, his pretty wife is clearly adept at wielding the WHIP herself!

She cracks it ominously through the air behind me...

...as I crawl in front of her behind her husband's SHOES!

The WHIP!

I'll wager my menial mouth shall be kissing my new mistress's BOOTS on many an ignominious occasion...

...and worshipping her Righteous SOCKS!

For these people are not just my new OWNERS. They are my BETTERS, and must be shown my slavish respect!


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