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!
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| ‘See how it humbles itself at your feet, my dear... |
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| ...Haha, that’s because it fears my WHIP!’ |
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| My magnificent master-sir is not wrong! I do indeed fear his mighty WHIP! |
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| So much so that I have felt compelled to kiss his HAIRY TOES on many an ignominious occasion! |
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| And my fear of the WHIP also explains my current humility at the BOOTS of my master-sir's house guest! |
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| Better to KISS BOOT than FEEL WHIP! |
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| The wearer of the BOOTS is clearly delighted at my master-sir's MASTERY over me! |
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| As well she might be! |
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| But oh the WHIP!... My FEAR!... Its BITING STING!... |
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| Much better to humble oneself before the BOOTS of the master's guest... |
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| ...and my owner's HAIRY TOES... |
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| ...and to feel SOCK brushing against my lowly forehead, than to FEEL the WRATH of my MASTER'S WHIP! |












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