The Sensitive Soul
24 year old, dark-haired, oriental beauty, miss Jing-Wei, freshly arrived in the Gynarchy from Singapore, was appalled by what she saw all around her – men, chained up on their hands and knees and in bondage, grovelling and fawning in abject fear and misery at the feet of the overbearing and arrogant women of the world’s only Female State. Jing-Wei, you see, was a sensitive soul – normally upset by the sights and sounds of suffering. Indeed, she had cringed with feminine embarrassment when the female immigration official at Barbaria International Airport had insisted on having a male slave ‘endorse’ her Singaporean feet with respectful kisses at the passport control desk. She was informed such visitor-feet endorsement was mandatory, otherwise miss Jing-Wei would have declined the maleslave’s humble advances towards her pretty, Singaporean, ankle-booted feet! She shuddered with embarrassment again at the very thought of it. How demeaning for that poor slaveman – having to place his