Lady WHIP

Whenever my esteemed master sir introduces me to his latest, pretty girlfriend, he always likes to show off in front of them by giving them their very own lady WHIP to use on my back, and by having me kiss their shoes or boots upon his manly command as I must pledge my slavish allegiance to them.

He then exhorts his new girlfriend not to show any mercy towards me, emphasising my helpless condition as her slave.

I have to say, few of his girlfriends, if any, ever do wish to show me any mercy!

‘This is your new mistress, slavey. As you can see, I’ve already given her a WHIP for your back! See to it that you afford her the same slavish respect that you do to me, boy!’

‘Yes, master sir. I kiss the mistress’s boots, master sir. Please don’t whip me, master and mistress. I will be a good slave to you both, masters?’

‘Haha, WHIP him, honey, if he displeases you. He’s just a slave! He’s already my slave, and now he’s your slave too, honey! WHIP him if he ever so much as looks at you above the SOCK!’

I wouldn’t dream of looking a master or mistress above their SOCK – and not merely because I very much fear the STING of the WHIP, but out of slavish respect for my masters and betters! That won’t stop them from WHIPPING me, however! In my humble experience, all masters and mistresses love to WHIP!

‘This is your new mistress, slavey. As you can see, I’ve already given her a WHIP for your back!... 

...See to it that you afford her the same slavish respect that you do to me, boy!’

The master sir's own WHIP is never far from my back

But now I have a LADY WHIP to contend with also!

I kiss the LADY WHIP holder's BOOTS

Better to KISS BOOT than FEEL WHIP!

As I kiss the arrogantly outstretched female boot-toe, my feckless forehead inadvertently brushes against soft, female SOCK!

But, so long as I don't look up above the SOCK, I may be spared the STING of the LADY WHIP!

At least, that's according to the master sir...

...though he has already given his pretty girlfriend free rein with the WHIP!

She can WHIP me at will, it seems!

And rightly so, for I am now her slave!

Oh how I fear the STING of the WHIP... both the master's WHIP...

...and the mistress's WHIP!

I have felt the BITING STING of the FEMALE WHIP before, at the fair hands of my master's previous girlfriends!

It's an experience I would never wish to repeat!

Hence my slavish submission to my masters and betters!

All my lowly life I have lived beneath the shadows of my betters' WHIPS...

...and their SOCKS!

The WHIP and the SOCK dominate my life!

Oh how I fear them!


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