Beneath Whips

Every minute of every day I must kiss my female betters’ feet – and I must do so under the constant threat of their WHIPS! A good slave knows that the WHIP is never far from his back, and that it is better to KISS FEET than FEEL WHIP!

In this Arab-Gynarchy household, the WHIP, in one form or another, is never far from my BACK!

Indeed, I live my entire lowly life beneath WHIPS!

Thus my lips are never far from my betters' SHOES

And my eyes are forever close to their SOCKS!

My female masters know that I live in fear of their WHIPS...

...and take delight in that FEAR and the POWER over me afforded to them by their WHIPS!

They also enjoy having their FEET KISSED, so for them it's a 'win-win'!

All I know is that if I am KISSING FEET, I am much less likely to be FEELING WHIP!

The WHIP, or the threat of it, thus determines everything that I do!

I submit to my masters and their WHIPS...

...like any good and sensible slave should!


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