Sweet, Feminine Justice
Tale No. 3 – Sweet, feminine justice ‘To be ‘up before the beak’ for the first time in your life when you are in your late forties is a frightening experience for anyone. To be appearing before an 18 year-old Lady-Magistrate in the Gynarchy of Barbaria when you are a male footslave in your late forties is a truly terrifying experience – especially when you have already been found guilty of the heinous crime of female-sock theft! Not that I am guilty, technically speaking. I am perfectly innocent in the sense that I did not commit the crime. Nevertheless I am guilty in the eyes of the superior Female Law, as my accuser is a young woman in her mid twenties. In the Gynarchy of Barbaria if a free woman accuses a male slave of a crime he is automatically deemed to be guilty – and rightly so, for women are the superiors of men, and women can do no wrong. As a self-evidently inferior male slave I have to acknowledge that this is how it should be. As I am facing sweet, feminine justice, howe