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 lips on her dirty boots! She had felt terribly sorry for him, and had even felt compelled to thank him for his ultra-humble gesture – much to his evident surprise and bewilderment, not to mention the suspicion of the female immigration officer; this visitor from Singapore wasn’t one of those misguided abolitionist-outsiders, was she? Jing-Wei had been subjected to further passport control checks following the incident, but was eventually allowed to proceed since her visa was deemed to be in order!

She was here to visit her younger cousin – 21 year old Su-Ling, who was studying ‘Female History and Law’ in the Gynarchy on a study abroad programme. After baggage reclaim Jing-Wei suddenly spotted her cousin’s friendly, familiar face beaming out at her from amongst the crowd of waiting onlookers.

Her cousin shouted to her:

‘Jing-Wei – over here! Ha! Ha! Quick!’

Jing-Wei waved to her younger cousin and smiled (she smiled for the first time since landing in the Gynarchy) - and pushed her trolley full of luggage over towards her frantically gesticulating relative.

The two Singaporean girls joyfully embraced one another. They hadn’t seen each other in over 6 months – since Su-Ling had travelled to the Gynarchy for her first semester of studies:

‘Oh Su-Ling, you are looking well!’ exclaimed Jing-Wei.

‘Ha! Ha! You too, cousin! I happy to see you! How was trip?’

‘Ha! Ha! Everything was fine! I had a window seat! I saw everything!’

Jing-Wei had never flown before so the whole experience of foreign travel was quite enlightening for her.

But her joy at seeing her cousin again was cut short by the sudden cut of a female whip descending rapidly on a nearby, semi-naked porter-slave’s bare back. The slave screamed, as a blonde woman in her thirties verbally rebuked and berated him for allegedly damaging some fragile item of her luggage, in between delivering yet further cuts of her powerful whip to his prone and vulnerable, kneeling male body.

Jing-Wei was shocked – and said as much to her younger cousin:

‘Oh Su-Ling, how can you live in such a place? It is awful! These poor men being whipped, and having to kiss women’s feet! I think it is truly terrible!’

Her younger cousin’s reaction startled her even more than the repeated cracks of the nearby whip:

‘Ha! Ha! You not worry, Jing-Wei! He just a dumb-ass slave. All male slaves dumb-asses here in Gynarchy! They not like real men. You not feel sorry for slave! He deserve whip! He offend superior female mistress!’

The whipping mistress, and whipped slave, had moved on, but Jing-Wei couldn’t let the subject just drop like that:

‘Oh Su-Ling, how can you possibly say that? You saw how much that poor old man was suffering!...’ (the ‘poor old man’ had only been in his early fifties – but, to be fair, like most male slaves he looked considerably older) ‘…I’m sure he just made an honest mistake!’

‘Ha! Ha! Nah – he just a dumb-ass slave! You wait and see! I show you what dumb-ass slaves are like!...Ha! Ha! How your mom and dad?’ replied miss Su-Ling, deftly changing the subject.

And the slave-whipping incident was, temporarily at least, forgotten, as the two cousins caught up on events back home.

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The following day, true to her word, miss Su-Ling decided to show her elder cousin exactly what ‘dumb-ass’ male slaves were really like in the Gynarchy – to engender in her cousin the same contempt for male slavedom that she herself had developed over the past few months of living and studying in the Female State. Much to Jing-Wei’s consternation, her younger cousin took her to see a local, public footslave near her college digs in the outskirts of the capital.

Su-Ling knew the public footslave concerned very well, and she knew he would make the right impression on her beloved, but still naïve, cousin. Su-Ling was confident that her cousin would soon change her opinions and attitudes – as she herself had quickly done after her arrival in the Gynarchy.

As the two Singaporean girls approached the humble, kneeling, male figure, the latter was in the process of attending to a young, local, black woman’s rather tatty-looking, pink and white, high-top canvas sneakers. The two oriental girls, only one of whom he recognised, were going to have to wait their turn.

For slave Serge was very much enjoying himself on the black girl’s sneakers. She was another of his regulars – miss Nancy from the nearby sink estate. Not a particularly pretty-looking girl, if truth be told, as she had a hard, unsmiling face and was somewhat podgy and stocky in build; but she was no less his female master and better for all that!

The reason that slave Serge was so happy to be serving the rather severe-looking miss Nancy’s scruffy feet and footwear was that she was wearing short, plain black anklesocks inside her holey, high-top, pink and white sneakers – only the elasticated tops of which socks were just visible thanks to the black girl’s preference for wearing her soft, canvas high-tops folded down; which perhaps begs the question why she bothered to purchase a pair of pink and white high tops in the first place, if she prefers them to look like low-tops?!

But, as you will have already gathered, miss Nancy was not exactly renowned for her fashion sense; her local reputation revolved more around rapping and fighting with other girls.

Having said all that, miss Nancy’s fashion-sense, being female, was naturally superior to slave Serge’s, and the latter recognised that such erudite matters as whether or not a young woman’s high-tops should be folded down at the ankles were way above his ugly, male head - literally. Besides, he certainly wasn’t about to complain about the fact that the unprepossessing, young black woman’s plain, black ankle socks were partially exposed to his public-footslave view, for he felt truly privileged to be able to look at the elasticated tops of such fetching, feminine socks whilst his mouth and tongue attended attentively to the scruffy, pink uppers of her dirt-stained street-sneakers.

Miss Nancy, for her part, wasn’t paying much attention to the public footslave, or her sneakers. She was, as per usual, on her cell-phone, avidly engrossed in some frivolous conversation with some equally vacuous female friend, in between chewing, and pulling, on her ubiquitous chewing gum.

Miss Nancy was a bit of a slapper – when it comes to chewing gum, that is. She didn’t much care who saw or heard the contents of her mouth whilst she was chewing gum. But , it has to be said, for all her innate faults she still looked the business as she stood with her left foot arrogantly extended forwards in front of her and resting on the wooden footblock beneath the local, public footslave’s humbly-kneeling head, having her sneaker-streetdirt lapped up by his seemingly eager mouth.

Jing-Wei still thought it was an appalling sight! But her cousin Su-Ling was smiling – smiling at the affirming and edifying sight of a stupid and inferior, male slave assiduously mouth-cleaning the soiled, scruffy footwear of his nonchalant, gum-twiddling, black, female better.

She commented so to her horrified cousin:

‘Ha! Ha! You see how dirty slave lap up young woman shoe-dirt? Ha! Ha! She not even look at him! She ignore him! Ha! Ha! She think of him like piece of dirt beneath her shoe! Ha! Ha! Male dirt suck dirt from female dirty sneaker! Ha! Ha! And he like it! Ha! Ha! What a dumb-ass!’

Jing-Wei didn’t dignify her younger cousin’s cruel observations with a verbal response.

She did have to admit, however, that the slave appeared at least to be liking what he was doing. She noticed how he couldn’t even take his eyes off the black girl’s left sock on her black anklebone.

Strange! He appeared mesmerized by the top of the young black woman’s plain black sock!

Miss Nancy, eventually, must have subconsciously decided that her left sneaker had been licked clean enough as she suddenly walked off, still carrying on her lengthy mobile phone conversation with whoever it was on the other end of the phone, and without even a physical gesture of acknowledgment or thanks towards the hard-licking slave at her canvas-sneakered feet.

How rude, thought Jing-Wei to herself! Has the black girl no manners?

Her much more relaxed, younger cousin, Su-Ling, quickly grabbed Jing-Wei by the hand and literally pulled her over towards the kneeling footslave who appeared, bizarrely, to be licking his lips in an effort to taste every last morsel of his previous customer’s pink-sneaker dirt!

The slave spoke, in between licking his sneaker-soiled lips:

‘Good morning, miss Su-Ling. God bless you for visiting my humble shoelick-stand once again, miss Su-Ling! How may this slave be of service to you today, most respected mistress?’

Most respected mistress? Su-Ling? Her younger cousin?!

Now Jing-Wei almost felt like laughing herself at the obsequious slave! He must be twice her cousin’s age – at least! Had this middle-aged slaveman no self-respect, kowtowing in this way to a mere slip of a Singaporean student-girl?!

Jing-Wei was, not for the first time since arriving in the Gynarchy, bewildered.

But her bewilderment only increased at her younger cousin’s curt and dismissive response to the slave’s politeness:

‘You shut up, dirtslave! You not here to serve superior mistress Su-Ling feet today! You here to kiss feet of my cousin, miss Jing-Wei. She just arrive from Singapore. You show her proper respect, or I have you whip! You hear me dirtslave?’, and with that her younger cousin actually gathered up some phlegm in her mouth, and spat it out directly onto the kneeling slave’s face!

Jing-Wei was truly horrified! She almost felt like disowning her cousin! How could she do that to this poor, inoffensive and helpless man who was chained up and kneeling humbly at her feet? All he had done was to ask how he could be of service!

But the slaveman’s reaction to her cousin’s young-womanly insult shocked Jing-Wei even more. He actually apologised to her cousin – and to her!

‘Oh pray, mistress Su-Ling. Oh pray, mistress Jing-Wei – please forgive this stupid slave for his ignorance and insolence. Truly this slave will be honoured to pay homage to the feet of the beautiful, newly-arrived visitor-mistress from Singapore, if it would be so pleasing to you mistresses Su-Ling and Jing-Wei.’

Slave Serge was actually disappointed – disappointed not to be kissing and tongue-shining the familiar, dirty white, low-cut, lace-ups keds of the Singaporean student-girl, miss Su-Ling, for he saw that she was wearing them today with her equally familiar, pink-elephant motifed, white sneaker-socks beneath the hems of her frayed, blue denim, student-girl jeans.

Slave Serge loved this particular pair of Singaporean-girl white socks! He loved looking at the tiny, pink elephants on the sides of the socks whilst he tasted the rubber and canvas material of the dirty and grubby, white, foreign student-girl keds. The fun socks brought such brightness and joy into his otherwise miserable existence, as he could play with rubbing his nose along the trunks of the pink elephants whilst ‘rimming’ the tops of the oriental girl’s low-cut keds (i.e. whilst running his tongue along the upper rims of the keds-sneakers in order, ostensibly, to clean them).

The extra-thick stitching of the pink elephants on the otherwise soft, white-cotton, Asian girlsocks tickled the sensitive tip of his footslave-nose, and reminded him what a pathetic creature he himself was – to be thrilled by the mere sight and feel of an oriental student-girl’s cartoon-sock motif!

But alas – all that was clearly not to be today! For today he was required to concentrate on the footwear of miss Su-Ling’s esteemed guest – her cousin.

Looking on the bright side, however, slave Serge was able to hide his slavish disappointment at being denied the feel of pink-elephant sock very well – for miss Jing-Wei’s footwear had its own, very special, oriental charms. The slightly older-looking and taller girl was wearing a fetching pair of brown, leather, ankle boots with square-shaped toes and blocky, two-inch heels at the back. He noticed instantly, also, that the boots had black, felt zipper-areas running down the sides – and that small detail particularly impressed him, for he very much admired the brown-black colour clash twixt boot and zip.

He was already envisaging himself being ordered to pull down those zips with his slave teeth in order to, hopefully, pay homage to the young visiting-woman’s inner footwear – her socks! For she must surely be wearing socks inside those delectable, oriental boots?

It was only a hope for slave Serge at this stage, for the recently-arrived Singaporean visitor’s white denim jean hems, frustratingly for him, were covering the tops of her boots. They were definitely ankle boots – for he could see the outline of the tops of her boots beneath the girl’s pure, white jean-hems, but he reckoned that he wouldn’t get to see the tops of her socks until she stretched her right foot forward onto the wooden footblock beneath his expectant face, thereby hopefully causing the hems of her white jeans to ride up an inch or so.

Or should that be unless she stretched her right foot forward onto his footblock, because, for some strange reason he could not bring himself to fathom, the deliciously anklebooted miss Jing-Wei appeared reluctant to impose her footwear on him.

She actually took a step back from his footblock and expressed, in no uncertain terms, her utter distaste for what her cousin was suggesting:

‘Oh Su-Ling! How could you suggest such a thing? I am not going to have this poor man licking my dirty boots in public! They are filthy – just look at them! It’s not right!’

Slave Serge was now the one who was bewildered. This was a real culture shock for him – a young woman who does not want her dirty boots to be tongue-shined by him! And the boots, in spite of her bewildering protestations, weren’t even all that dirty! Certainly not dirty enough for his liking!

Of course, he was in no position to argue with the superior, young Singaporean woman in the stylish, brown leather, ankle boots – but fortunately for him her cousin, miss Su-Ling, was in a position to intercede on his behalf:

‘Ha! Ha! Relax cousin! You not worry about dirt on side of boot. Slave like superior young woman boot dirt! He lap it up! Ha! Ha! That right, dirtslave, innit? You tell miss Jing-Wei how you long lick her bootdirt. How you long have superior Singaporean-girl bootdirt on face and in mouth. You tell miss Jing-Wei now! You tell her you a dirtslave! You beg my cousin lick her dirty boots!’

There was a considerable degree of implied threat and menace in miss Su-Ling’s voice, but it was quite unnecessary – for slave Serge genuinely did long for the older Singaporean girl to place her booted foot where he could lick it clean. It was, after all, the only way he would get to see the tops of her socks!

He did his best, therefore, to convey his pathetic longing to the sweet and kind, but misguided, young, oriental mistress recently arrived from abroad. He begged for her boot:

‘Oh pray mistress Jing-Wei, if it pleases you, mistress Jing-Wei, truly the mistress’s most respected cousin speaks the truth. Oh pray mistress, please understand mistress Jing-Wei, that this dirty slave’s humble mouth was made for the mistress’s boots. This slave lives for the mistress’s boots, and craves their outer dirt, if you would be so kind and indulgent to him most beautiful and respected young mistress. Oh pray mistress Jing-Wei! Oh pray! Please don’t deny this dirty, male slave the opportunity to taste the dirt on your boots, if you would be so kind most respected mistress Jing-Wei!’

He then stared coyly at the brown leather ankle boots. It was a genuinely forlorn and longing look that few, if any, kind-hearted young women could resist.

He was literally pouting like a big baby!

Miss Jing-Wei could hardly believe her pretty, oriental ears! This foolish man actually wanted to lick clean her dirty boots – whilst she was still wearing them! How quaint! How queer!

She began to feel guilty at her desire not to impose her dirty boots on him! It was, after all, what the man clearly wanted!

How pathetic!

Her cousin, Su-Ling, laughed out loud, clearly feeling vindicated:

‘Ha! Ha! You see – cousin? Like I told you – he a fool. He a dork! He live for young woman foot dirt and smell! You give him your boot! He want it! You be kind to dirtslave - give him dirty boot to lick. Otherwise he cry! Ha! Ha! Look at his stupid face – he sulk! He about to cry! Ha! Ha!’

Slave Serge wasn’t, actually, about to cry – but he knew how to look like he was about to cry.

Miss Jing-Wei looked at her cousin askance; then looked at the kneeling, pouting slave; then looked at her boots. It was true that her boots could do with a bit of a lick and a shine! And if the strange, pitiful slaveman clearly wanted to lick them, where would be the harm in it?

Oh but he might get sick! There must be loads of germs on her dirty boots – dirty street germs!

Then again, he didn’t appear to be sick right now - at least, not physically sick! Mentally was maybe another matter – but he looked healthy enough, and he must be licking and sucking on ladies’ shoe dirt all day long! And every day!

So – if he doesn’t get sick – it must be alright? Yes? Maybe his stomach is immune to bootdirt?

As she wrestled internally with her feminine sensibilities, Jing-Wei looked over towards her smiling, younger cousin once again for immoral support.

‘Go on, Jing-Wei. You will like it – I promise you. You will like feel of slaveman-mouth on side of boot! Go on – place right foot forward on wooden block and make slave lick!’

Her cousin’s encouraging smile and words were finally enough to overcome Jing-Wei’s lingering doubts. She smiled back somewhat nervously at her cousin, prior to stepping forward and then stretching out her right, anklebooted foot onto the empty, wooden footblock beneath the kneeling footslave’s patiently waiting head.

As soon as her foot was positioned on the block she suddenly felt a surge of unprecedented female power and excitement rushing through her feminine veins.

It felt good.

Slave Serge, meanwhile, was also feeling good, for, thanks to the anticipated riding up of miss Jing-Wei’s white, denim jean hem on her shapely, right leg he now caught a glimpse of the stretched, elasticated top of an ankle-length, bright purple, cotton bootsock.

It appeared to be plain purple – no exciting pink elephant motifs to admire and nose on this much more sober pair of oriental-female socks! But they were very nice, nonetheless. He particularly liked the way the plain, purple cotton bootsock was slightly twisted and folded at the top, revealing a tiny slither of smooth, bare, oriental-female shin just below the white denim jean-hem. Oh my God, there was even a tiny, loose stitch sticking up from the top of the purple sock!

There was also, however, an awkward silence for a few seconds whilst nothing happened.

Jing-Wei even began to wonder if the slave was having second thoughts? Why wasn’t he lowering his lips to her boot? Wasn’t he supposed to be longing to lick it?

If truth be told, Jing-Wei began to feel a bit miffed! She turned to her cousin for advice and support.

‘Ha! Ha! You need order him to lick boot! He oblige by law to wait superior mistress’s order. He not have permission lick dirty boot unless you tell him! Ha! Ha! Even I not able order him for you!’

Jing-Wei felt her pretty mouth going a bit dry inside! She had to actually order the slave to lick her dirty boot clean! How did she do that?

She panicked, momentarily, but quickly pulled herself together – for she could see that the humble slave was poised and ready to lick. He was practically salivating over her outstretched, right boot. He just needed her say-so. And it would be cruel to withdraw her boot from his face at such a late stage.

Mustering all the innate female strength she could, she gave her order to the slave:

‘You the slave, lick clean the side of my boot please!’

She felt pleased with herself, as the slave immediately lowered his hovering lips to the outer side of her proffered, right boot and began licking – on the dirtiest part; near the bottom; an apparent mud-stain she had picked up from somewhere since landing in the Gynarchy!

Her younger cousin, however, was seemingly not so impressed:

‘Ha! Ha! You not need say “please” to a dirty slave! Ha! Ha! He filth! You tell him to lick boot, or he feel whip! Ha! Ha! You shout at him! You spit on him, if like! He a nothing! He a nobody! Look – he lick clean your dirty boot in public! He not a real man; he a loser! Ha! Ha!’

The reminder that all this was taking part in full public view should have embarrassed the sensitive and shy Jing-Wei. Just a few moments ago it would have done. But the feel of the slaveman’s tongue on the side of her boot was strangely empowering – and Jing-Wei no longer felt embarrassed about having him lick her dirty boot clean.

Truth to tell, she was now liking it! Jing-Wei liked the way the dirt was visibly disappearing off the side of her boot and into the footslave’s mouth – and not just because she was particularly fastidious about the state of her footwear. It was something much deeper, much more primeval, than that – she actually liked being a mistress! She liked having a helpless and humble male slave at her feet and in her power!

Her cousin was right! He was just a piece of filth; a piece of girlboot-licking filth. She had no need to feel embarrassed about using and abusing him in this way!

I mean, just look at the way he was lapping up the dirt from her sensitive bootsole!

From sensitive soul to sensitive sole, mistress Jing-Wei (for that was now what she had become; a fully fledged slave-mistress) smiled a much more confident smile at her younger cousin, and twisted her right boot slightly to one side on the wooden footblock beneath her:

‘You missed a bit, dirty slave!’ she snapped.

The End