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Don’t believe them when they tell you that a footslave’s opinions count for nothing! Just last week I was interviewed by a charming, young Pakistani lady who was carrying out a survey on behalf of the Gynarchy authorities on my experiences as the personal footslave of my mistress – fiery redheaded mistress Beverley. I was ushered into my mistress’s, private living room with the young Pakistani surveyor-woman and, after I had kissed her feet several times, was kindly informed by her that everything I said to her would be treated in the strictest confidence – so, for once, I need not worry about actually speaking my footslave mind, such as it is! There would be none of the usual consequences for a slave speaking his mind (those consequences being the harsh sting of the female whip on his bare back!) The young, Pakistani surveyor-woman was arguably not the prettiest girl on the planet – late twenties; somewhat thin and gaunt with a large pointy nose; straggly, greasy hair; a somewha

Public Domain CC0   The above artwork, obtained from Pixabay, is free of any known copyright restrictions. Modified by Patheticus using Fotosketcher 23 year old, slim and svelte, tight-blonde-ponytailed officer-mistress Emma is professionally trained in the application of the bullwhip – the most fearsome punishment known in the Gynarchy, reserved only for the most recalcitrant of prisoner-slaves. Watch as she expertly bullwhips one such dirty prisoner-slave, convicted of insolence towards a mistress – just 7 lashes, but 7 lashes that will remain with him for the rest of his natural life, seared onto his memory with indelible pain ! See, first of all, how the prisoner is naked from the waist upwards (and in rags from the waist downwards) as he hangs forlornly in his bonds, suspended by the wrists from two metal chains, with nothing to prevent a wanton wraparound of the cruel, brown lash across his entire scrawny torso. Look at him face on, from the front – see the fear and trepi

Psst!… Have you heard the news? All the office-mistresses are laughing at me, and gossiping about me, because I have recently been demoted. I used to be the office shoe- shiner , lickshining the office ladies’ dirty shoes and boots as I crawled on my hands and knees from desk to desk; it is considered a relatively prestigious position, for a footslave. But now, thanks to the false accusations of one particular office mistress, mistress Coleen - who happens to be sleeping with the Managing Director and who accused me of not removing an ugly scuffmark from the side of one of her shiny, black court, office shoes – I have been unceremoniously demoted to the role of a fixed-point, ornamental office shoe- kisser . No longer do I get to crawl around the office in relative freedom, seeking out ladies’ shoes and boots to lickshine; instead, I must now wait for them to come to me in the lobby entrance to the ladies’ lavatory on the basement floor. Here I must humbly and respectfully kiss t

More trials and tribulations of everyday footslaves. Scroll down for trials in reverse numerical order 10. A Treadmill Prisoner-Slave’s Pathetic, Unrequited Yearnings 9. Punishment Seen 8. How to avoid being beaten 7. Lengthy Sentence 6. Must Try Harder! 5. Street Furniture 4. Hoots of Derision 3. The Non-Party Animal 2. Honesty is the Best Policy 1. Are You Being All Stiff?   10. A Treadmill Prisoner-Slave’s Pathetic, Unrequited Yearnings I must admit that, all in all, jet-black-haired, plump and comely, prison-officer treadmill-taskmistress Suzannah ('Suzie' to her friends and colleagues) is a very fair and efficient taskmistress – getting the very best out of me, whilst only whipping me to make me stop; go; go faster; or when she's in a foul mood (for example during her time of the month). She doesn't just whip me willy-nilly like some taskmistresses I could mention! Moreover, her application of the whip to my bare back and shoulders beneath her, is

The Gynarchy Games By Slave Paul Part 1 - The Reporter’s Induction The Gynarchy was gripped in the colourful excitement and fanfare of the International Gynarchy Games! It was a great honour for this hitherto reclusive and private nation to host such an auspicious event, with athletes coming to the Femdom State from all over the world. Rather unsurprisingly, most of the Gynarchian athletes competing in the games were female! Very few male citizens of the Gynarchy had made the grade, and as the eyes of the world were to be on the showpiece, alpha female class, only those local males at the absolute pinnacle of health and fitness were allowed to participate! It was all somewhat unusual for the non-Gynarchy, competing nations attending. The outsiders (male and female) were having to adjust to the somewhat unorthodox methods and traditions that the Gynarchy held as standard. Only female television reporters, for example, were allowed to broadcast from inside the amphitheatre, an