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?
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| The magnificent master-sir's girlfriend (a smoker) giggles as I lip-respect her man's shoes |
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| She openly laughs at me - and rightly so... |
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| ...for I am a cowering wretch at her mighty boyfriend's feet! |
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| The master-sir himself, meanwhile, a complete stranger to me, revels in his POWER over me! |
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| I make sure to plead for his manly mercy in between my humble kisses to his SNEAKER-TOE |
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| M...mercy, sir... Please don't hurt me, m...master sir? |
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| Even his SOCKS tower over my humble head! |
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| But better to kiss feet and submit to SOCK, than to incur the master-sir's WRATH! |
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| Hopefully, the master's girlfriend will feel inspired to make love to him... |
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| ...as I big him up in front of her? |
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| Sadly, I can't see her SOCKS in view of her flared jean hems! |
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| But I would happily kiss her sneakers also, if it would be pleasing to both her and her boyfriend? |
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| I hear her drunkenly congratulating her boyfriend on his POWER and PROWESS over me |
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| 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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