Whenever your Righteous master-sir is standing over you in front of his lovely wife with
his mighty WHIP to hand, it’s important to ‘big
him up’ by grovelling at his masterful feet, praising him for his skill and dexterity
with the WHIP, and begging to be spared the WHIP’S fierce STING. Otherwise, you
will most assuredly wear that STING on your back!
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| 'Oh pray, Righteous master-sir, don't WHIP me I prithee, kind sir?... |
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| ...Truly thou art skilled in the deployment of the WHIP, sir... |
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| ...and thy WHIP'S STING is indeed most mighty, sir. Have mercy on thy slave, I prithee, sir. Oh beg, sir! Oh mercy!' |
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| My Righteous master-sir's SOCK... |
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| ...in my grovelling FACE! |
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| Behind me, I hear the mocking words of his beautiful wife, my mistress-madam |
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| 'Haha, that's right slavey! Kiss thee the feet of thy master, and beg him not to adorn thy back with SORE STRIPES!' |
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| The SOCKS I would much rather have in my face right now... |
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| ...the SOCKS of my Righteous mistress! |
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| But she's not the one currently holding the WHIP! |
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| And it's the WHIP I fear most! |
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| Better to kiss MANFEET, and grovel before MANSOCK... |
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| ...than to feel the MANWHIP! |
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| The WHIP, I say!... The WHIP! |
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| I unashamedly beg and grovel at the FEET of my Righteous masters - anything to avoid the WHIP! |
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