Begging And Bracing

Today it is the mistress-madam, rather than the master-sir, who will be whipping me. I know from bitter experience that the bite of the mistress’s WHIP is every bit as powerful as that of the master’s WHIP, so I beg for mercy at the whipping post and humbly brace myself – much to the master-sir’s magnificent amusement!

Begging for mercy and bracing myself for a whipping

'Oh pray mistress-madam, oh pray master-sir, not the WHIP I prithee, masters...

...Sirs, I will kiss your feet. Oh pray have mercy on me, masters?'

I would indeed be honoured to kiss the splendid BOOTS of the master-sir...

...and the fabulous SHOES of the mistress-madam...

...with their decorative buckles

For it is far, far better for a slave to embrace the masters' footwear with his lowly lips...

...than to wear the STING of their WHIPS on his back!

'M...mercy m...masters. I will be a good slave, m...masters?'

The master-sir kindly suggests that I can kiss their FEET after my whipping?

I praise the master-sir for his generous compromise...

...and express the view that my kissing of their BOOTS and SHOES will be all the humbler thanks to the WHIP?

I mean it, too! From the decorative tassels at the tops of the master's BOOTS...

...to the cross-themed buckles on the toes of the mistress's SHOES...

...my menial mouth will be all the more keen to kiss, following my whipping. I have such clever masters!


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