The Accursed Slave

She’s a-cursing, and a-swearing, and a-hollering angrily at someone down the phone – as well she might, since she is a bright and beautiful, young, redheaded woman of the Gynarchy, who is perfectly at liberty to behave however she damn well pleases out on the streets!

And besides, there’s no one around to witness her unladylike language – apart, that is, from the dirty head-in-the-wall slave; and he doesn’t count!

 

Indeed, all he can do is humbly, and silently, observe the backs of the angry young woman’s sneakers and socks – and hope that her righteous, young-womanly wrath doesn’t become directed at him!

Here is what he sees from his ‘privileged’ vantage point:

 

And he, naturally, zooms in on the back of her left sneaker and sock – since it’s the one closest to him:

 

Eventually homing in on the area of grey sock which is exposed on the back of her heel thanks to a hole in her sneaker (be honest – you’d do the same in his humble position!):

 

He imagines himself nosing that naughty area of grey sock… until such time as the angry, young woman finishes her phone conversation, and turns towards the wall to make use of him!

 

The young woman appears slightly less agitated now, as she has the slave kiss her on the top of her short, grey anklesock:

 

It’s a very nice sneaker-sock, mistress (if a little rough around the edges!)

 

If I were you, mistress, I’d kick the head-in-the-wall slave right in the face with the toe of your dirty sneaker, if he is displeasing to you in any way, madam – and particularly if your previous argument on the phone was with your freemale boyfriend! Take it out on the male slave, miss!

 

He’s weak and accursed; a mere, footkissing head-in-the-wall…

 

Whereas you are strong and mighty – a free, young woman of the Gynarchy!