Gynarchy Life Volume 6

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 is why I deem it such an honour to kiss her scuffmarked, brown leather boot-toe:

4. The Household Footsniffer

The mistress is relaxing,

In the comfort of her home.

Her slave kneels by her feet,

With his balding dome.

See how the collared fool

Expertly gets his nose,

Deftly in between

The stickiness of her toes.

It must surely be the whip,

That instils such slave-devotion?

Or is that he fears

Ignominious slave-demotion?

5. Female Professionalism

My new, blonde and buxom footmistress – mistress Bella madam – is a professional dominatrix. As she introduces herself to me, she kindly explains the differences between her freemale clients (her ‘fantasy’ slaves), and me (her real slave), and the various ways in which she will be treating me differently from her ‘punters’:

· Firstly, she stresses that whilst her paying punters are free to get up and walk away from her services as soon as they are sexually satisfied, I am never going to be sexually satisfied – since a real slave has no right to indulge in any form of sexual activity, nor to derive any pleasure from life – and I am most definitely NOT in a position to up and leave her at any time! Her punters’ bonds may be only ‘play bonds’ – and temporary; but mine are made from rusty, but sturdy, tungsten steel, and are permanently soldered around my slave neck, wrists and ankles (hence my slave nickname – ‘Rusty Neck’)

· Likewise the whips and other instruments of pain and punishment which she uses on her paying punters are ‘playful’, and designed only to inflict a minimum of pain and discomfort on them. The whip she will be using on my back, however, is a real whip – a real whip for a real slave – and it will, she warns me, ‘cut me to the quick’. Mistress Bella madam emphasises that her purpose in whipping me shall be to cause me genuine pain and suffering and, unlike her punters, I shall have no safety words to make her stop. I can beg and plead and scream all I like – but she will still be intent on inflicting the greatest possible degree of pain upon me, since my whippings shall not be ‘playful’, but ‘severe’.

· She goes on to stress that, whilst her punters will get to lick her sexy, thigh length, spike-heled, black leather boots (for that, apparently, is the sort of female footwear that free males like to fantasise about?), I shall be required to tongue-attend to her much more mundane, everyday footwear – including her scruffy sneakers, ballet-flats, pumps, and trusty old DM ankleboots. Likewise I shan’t (just) be sniffing and nose-worshipping her sheer, nylon stockings – but also her everyday, manky old socks. That’s because a real slave has no say in his mistress’s choice of footwear – and, when she is not entertaining her freemale punters, she shall be dressing her feet to satisfy her own comfort, rather than my male lusts. Nevertheless, I shall still be required to spruce up her sex-boots, for the benefit and delectation of her freemale punters.

· She cruelly pointed out that, whilst her freemale, ‘fantasy slave’ clients were at liberty to kiss her feet and footwear lasciviously, I, as her real slave, must always do so with suitable real-slavish decorum and respect. Dominatrix-mistress Bella made it clear that she would not tolerate any lecherousness on my humble part – since my only role was to serve her.

· Similarly, whilst her feet and hosiery will be sweetly perfumed for her paying punters, I shall have to get used to the raw smells of her unwashed feet and dirty socks. That’s because she doesn’t give a damn about the nasal sensitivities of her real slave!

· Finally, I must show respect to her punters, and, if required, worship their feet also (since, she explains, many of them are sadomasochists, who get a kick out of humiliating others as well as being made to suffer under the female whip themselves!). The customer-punter is always right, must be my motto; and I must never forget that, unlike them, I am a lowly slave for real – and permanently. Unlike them, I shan’t be leaving my mistress Bella’s torture chamber at the end of the day, and returning to some high-powered job in the city and a life of ‘normality’. I am a slave – and shall remain a slave for the rest of my life. Therefore I must show slavish respect to all and sundry.

I then kiss my mistress Bella’s brown leather DM boots, and manky grey socktops dozens of times (respectfully, not lasciviously!) as she proceeds to flex her real bullwhip above me, ready for my back!

6. Demure

This demurely dressed, office madam has certainly whipped her office slave into submission – much to the amusement of her freemale colleague-cum-boyfriend: