Humbling Myself

My magnificent master-sir has me, his personal slave, show humility and respect towards his female house guest:

‘See how it humbles itself at your feet, my dear. Haha, that’s because it fears my WHIP!’

She is clearly delighted at his strong mastery over me!

‘See how it humbles itself at your feet, my dear...

...Haha, that’s because it fears my WHIP!’

My magnificent master-sir is not wrong! I do indeed fear his mighty WHIP!

So much so that I have felt compelled to kiss his HAIRY TOES on many an ignominious occasion!

And my fear of the WHIP also explains my current humility at the BOOTS of my master-sir's house guest!

Better to KISS BOOT than FEEL WHIP!

The wearer of the BOOTS is clearly delighted at my master-sir's MASTERY over me!

As well she might be!

But oh the WHIP!... My FEAR!... Its BITING STING!...

Much better to humble oneself before the BOOTS of the master's guest...

...and my owner's HAIRY TOES...

...and to feel SOCK brushing against my lowly forehead, than to FEEL the WRATH of my MASTER'S WHIP!


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