NOT A Term Of Affection!

‘Clean my feet, old slavey!’

The barked order from my mistress Priya is not delivered in a friendly tone, and the term ‘old slavey’ is most definitely NOT a term of affection. Rather it is a term of abuse, and the tone is haughty and demanding, not polite and gentle! Nevertheless, I must humbly and submissively obey, being a mere slave in this household!

‘Yes, mistress Priya madam. At once, mistress Priya madam.’

Meanwhile, her husband – my master Robert sir – with WHIP in hand, makes damn sure I obey his pretty wife:

‘Obey my wife, old slavey. Wipe away all the filth and sweat from her feet. And make sure you remove any toejam, or you’ll have my WHIP to answer to!’

‘Yes, master sir. I will be a good feet cleaner for your beautiful wife, master sir.’

‘Afterwards you will hand wash her dirty socks!’

‘Yes, master sir.’

‘Clean my feet, old slavey!’

My mistress Priya haughtily barks her disparaging orders down at me - her 'old slavey'!

It is most definitely NOT a term of affection on her part!

‘Yes, mistress Priya madam. At once, mistress Priya madam.’

I must respond with a tone of obedience and submissiveness, as befits a slave kneeling before his mistress!

...Obey my wife, old slavey. Wipe away all the filth and sweat from her feet...

...And make sure you remove any toejam, or you’ll have my WHIP to answer to!’

The aforementioned WHIP...

...bane of my BACK!

The master's own feet, which I have been ordered to hand wash on many an ignominious occasion...

...including his SWEATY, HAIRY TOES!

I get down to my humble task in hand...

...much to my mistress Priya's pleasure!

The dirty, female SOCKS I shall have to hand wash later

No wonder my mistress Priya is smiling triumphantly down at me. I am completely in her POWER and at the MERCY of her husband's WHIP. I'm just an 'old slavey'!

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