Proving His Point
In a tough part of town, two equally tough citizens of the Gynarchy - one female, one male - enjoy using and mocking me respectively out on the mean streets late at night A bright and intelligent young woman approaches me She stops to gloat over my humble head for a few moments Then, as she uses me to have her feet kiss-respected, a man appears and congratulates her on her humiliation of me The woman casually smokes her cigarette whilst the man laughs out loud at me and asks me if I don't feel shame? He laughs even louder when I humbly confirm that I do feel shame, master-sir, but that shame is fitting in a footslave sir? As the woman then deftly switches her SNEAKERED FEET in front of my face, the man points at me calling me a slave For my humble and mocked part, I continue to do what any slave must repeatedly do in the Gynarchy - I KISS FEET... ...the FEET of one of my BETTERS... ...for the amusement of my BETTERS... ...and so that they can glory over me! Better to KISS FEET than...