Their Aphrodisiac

A magnificent master-sir and his pretty girlfriend, out promenading at night, stop to mock and torment me as I languish in the stocks, with the master-sir taking the lead and having me kiss his feet in front of his girlfriend. I make sure to ‘big up’ the master-sir in front of his girlfriend as I don’t want him to hurt me sir, please don't hurt me sir?

The magnificent master-sir's girlfriend (a smoker) giggles as I lip-respect her man's shoes

She openly laughs at me - and rightly so...

...for I am a cowering wretch at her mighty boyfriend's feet!

The master-sir himself, meanwhile, a complete stranger to me, revels in his POWER over me!

I make sure to plead for his manly mercy in between my humble kisses to his SNEAKER-TOE

M...mercy, sir... Please don't hurt me, m...master sir?

Even his SOCKS tower over my humble head!

But better to kiss feet and submit to SOCK, than to incur the master-sir's WRATH!

Hopefully, the master's girlfriend will feel inspired to make love to him...

...as I big him up in front of her?

Sadly, I can't see her SOCKS in view of her flared jean hems!

But I would happily kiss her sneakers also, if it would be pleasing to both her and her boyfriend?

I hear her drunkenly congratulating her boyfriend on his POWER and PROWESS over me

I sense that she's feeling horny and that this happy couple will indeed soon be making love to one another. I am, in effect, their aphrodisiac!

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