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Masters & Mistresses (ii)

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1. Humble Sockwasher As I kneel handwashing my master’s dirty socks in the tub, his beautiful girlfriend crouches down and mockingly asks me if I wouldn’t much rather be washing her bare feet? I humbly and respectfully reply to the mocking mistress-madam that, whilst it would be truly an honour for me to wash her most beautiful feet, it is not my place as a slave to choose whom I serve, or the nature of that servitude. She laughs at me, and calls me ‘another man’s pathetic sockwasher’: Later, as my master and his beautiful girlfriend embrace passionately above me, I kneel obediently behind my master’s socks and dream of what might have been: 3. Thanking You Kindly ‘Kindly kiss my boyfriend’s foot, public footslave!’ ‘Yes, mistress madam. Yes, master sir. Thanking you kindly, master and mistress.’ Mocking Laughter 3. Showing Off Master likes to show off his manliness in front of his girlfriends, by first whipping me: …and then having me kiss his slippered feet: …followed by their fully

Wining & Pining

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Mistress is entertaining her lover in her opulent home. She is wining and dining him. The only thing a household footslave, like me, needs in order to intoxicate him is the sight of his pretty mistress’s thick, grey anklesocks inside her sneakers and on her shapely, Asian anklebones: So, I am happy just to kneel by my mistress’s sneakered and socked feet; and stare… ‘Slave! Stop daydreaming at my feet and go fetch us some more wine this instant, you damned, impudent fool!’ ‘Do as your mistress says, fool, or you’ll soon feel the crack of her whip across your bare back!’ ‘Yes, master sir! Yes, mistress madam! At once, master and mistress! Please don’t beat me, masters!’ ‘Ha! Ha! He’s such a damned imbecile, I really don’t know why I bother to keep him!’ ‘Ha! Ha! Just say the word if you want him whipped, darling!’ Meanwhile, as my master and mistress joke about me, and whilst I am fetching them more wine from the fridge, I pine for my mistress’s sneakers and

Nice Nurses

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The role of a Gynarchy prison nurse, of course, is NOT to comfort or cure the male prisoners, but rather to ADD to their pain and humiliation: Cruel and nasty they may be – but, somehow, also nice. I, for one, am always glad to have them enter my solitary confinement cell with their instruments of pain. At least they brighten the place up!

Pathetically Pandering to our Female Betters Vol 3

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Further examples of suitably ingratiating behaviour by humble, male footslaves towards our beloved Female Masters & Betters!   1. Footrests-R-Us The ginger-haired, petite and shapely office-mistress is visiting the showroom of ‘Footrests-R-Us’ in order to try picking out a personal footrest for her office desk. Needless to say it will be a human footrest (well, a sub-human footrest, at any rate since it will consist of a human, male slave!) She is walking around the showroom trying out the various ‘headrests’ – a particular style of human-footrest which involves the mistress resting one of her feet on the side of a male slave’s upturned cheek, whilst her other foot rests on the floor in front of his face. It is considered one of the most comfortable and unobtrusive styles of footrest for a young woman to have underneath her desk whilst she is working on her computer. The ginger-haired office mistress, who looks to be in her early thirties, may even be a manageress of some sor

Gynarchy Life Volume 6

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1. At Her Sock-Mercy She could, of course, just kick his head in. After all, she has the ability; and the boots; and the law would be on her side – since he is just a male prisoner-slave in the stocks.   But instead she gives him a whiff of her sweaty, unwashed bootsock – which packs a far greater punch!   See how she virtually imprisons his helpless nose in her manky, grey sock-toes:   Ha! Ha! Sniff sock, prisoner-slave! 2. Shine The lady wants a shine…   …so a shine the lady shall have!   And those grubby sneakers in the background could likewise do with being tongue-spruced up: 3. Statuesque Goddess She seems to tower over me, like an ebony giantess, as I pay footslavish lip-homage to her scruffy and well-worn, brown leather workboots in the grubby, municipal restroom:   But she’s actually about average height – for a brown-booted, black-socked goddess! She is, however, way above average in the beauty stakes:   Which