Cruel Laughter
» Worship & ecstasy
Nothing reduces me more to the status of property, something existing only for Alexandra's amusement than her laughter.
I can't remember the sound of her sneering laugh. Probably the sheer emotional intensity blocks it.
Nothing drives me more into slave emotional space than her mockery. When combined with strokes from her cane I'm where I've often dreamed of going.
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Elsewhere, we discussed the ultimate humiliation of a Superior pissing on an inferior.
Laughing AT him, ridiculing his tiny cock or whatever, ranks right up there as a close second, and may be worse because there is no lip-smacking good taste to compensate.
Aiming the other way, crawling and licking Her shoes or boots is, IMVHO, about the ultimate in self-abasement. Although Richard’s fantasy (?) of having his Owner dig a hole in the dirt, piss in it, and make him drink the little pond dry is pretty good. If She’ll step on the back of his head just when he finishes, and then make him lick Her boots including the mud deposited by his own face, it will win the gold medal, I think. ;-)
Posted by: bootlicker | June 10, 2011 4:23 PM