Gynarchy Life Volume 10
1. The Wisdom of the Three ‘C’s
A) The Three Uppercase ‘C’s
A mistress should only speak to her slave to Command, Criticise or Chastise. Her tone should be abrupt and harsh. And rightly so – for she is his master and owner; not his friend.
b) the three lowercase ‘c’s
A slave must be courteous, compliant and contrite. His tone must be one of fear and trembling. And, again, rightly so – for he is the inferior of his mistress, a subhuman (submissive human) whose only purpose in life is to serve, obey, and suffer punishment.
Observance by both parties to their respective ‘3 Cs’ should make for the perfect office mistress/slave relationship:
See how the glorious, office mistress subliminally flicks the contents of her surreptitious nose-pick down onto the office floor at her booted feet beneath her desk – right in front of the office slave’s unworthy, kneeling face:
And a very nice nose it is too – now clear and free of obstruction! The nose of one’s female better:
2. Changes
She travels in to work in her sneakers:
And then changes into her office shoes whilst seated at her desk:
Shoes, the backs of which, I am required to kiss throughout the working day:
The shoes of my better:
3. Your Sneaker Goddess
She is your very own ‘sneaker goddess’ because early each workday morning, without fail, she awakes you from your slumbers out on the street with her brightly coloured sneakers, and with just a slither of white sock beneath her skinny-tight jeans.
Ha! Ha! What a way for you to humbly start your miserable day…
…with the taste of a pretty girl’s sneakers in your unworthy mouth!
Multicoloured sneakers with white socks (count the stitches in her sock, slave!)
Yes – these are the ultra-pretty sneakers and socks of an ultra-pretty girl who towers dominantly over you, with her rubbery-smelling, sneakered foot in your face!
4. Small Talk
Beautiful, short-haired, regular customer-mistress Sylvie pretends to be interested in me – the humble, head-in-the-wall footslave – as I lickshine her dirty boots in the college basement whilst she checks her text messages.
She feigns her interest in me by posing a series of arrogant questions (which I must humbly answer):
· Is my back sore? Yes indeed, madam!
· Do my whip-wounds sting? Yes indeed, madam! (NB: A ‘head-in-the-wall slave can still be punished with the whip – behind the wall!)
· What about my neck muscles? Are they really stiff? Yes indeed mistress Sylvie madam! Thanking you kindly, miss Sylvie.
· Do her boots taste all that nice? Oh yes, madam! If it pleases you, madam?
· Do I like her socks? Oh madam! Oh yes, madam! This slave is most admirous of the beautiful mistress’s divine bootsocks on her feet, madam! (I say this, even though her socks inside her boots are common-or-garden, plain grey bootsocks, and are for the most part hidden – for they are, nonetheless, the socks of a horny, college-girl goddess!)
But in any event, she’s not really all that interested – as evidenced by the fact that she abruptly terminates her quasi-conversation with me as soon as her boyfriend calls her on her mobile. After that, she barely even notices me!
But let’s face it – why would a beautiful, short-haired, young woman like her be interested in a rusty-necked, old, head-in-the-wall footslave such as myself? She was just making polite conversation with me; all she really wants is to be with her boyfriend, and to have her boots looking nice and clean for him.
And so I stop talking, and start licking!
5. The Female Commuter’s Mute Male Slave
I never get to interact with her, since I’m just a mute, train-seat footslave trapped behind a metal grille. All I ever get to see is the backs of her sneakers and socks as she commutes to work every morning on the 08:32.
But she always sits on the same seat in the same carriage – the seat where I am based. So, I like to kid myself that she has a mistressly soft spot for me – even though my head tells me she is scarcely even aware of my humble existence.
The grille prevents me from even respectfully kissing, or nosing, the backs of her sneakered and socked heels; so near, and yet so far! All I can do is all I’m supposed to do by law – which is admire the backs of my superior’s feet and footwear.
But I’m sure she must be a pretty girl? Oh please tell me – is she?
‘Yes indeed, slave! She is a truly a very beautiful young woman! But she has absolutely no interest in you – so get on with your humble work of staring at, and admiring, the backs of her commuter heels, you dumb, hidden slave of bright young women’s sneakers!
6. Begging letter
In the autonomous Region of ‘Domina Island’ – home of the arcane cult of ‘The Righteous’ – it is customary for elderly public footservants over the age of 70 to be taken in by a Righteous family, after their long years of public foot-servitude out on the streets.
However, the slave must petition the head of the family by means of a humble, begging letter.
Here is one such handwritten letter (the Righteous don’t permit the use of computers on Domina Island):
Oh pray, master sir; if it doth please thee, master sir.
This slave doth humbly beg for thy manly permission to become thy beautiful, young wife’s personal footservant, if it so pleaseth thee, most magnificent and mighty master sir.
The circumstances of this slave’s petition are as such:
This slave hath had the honour of serving thy most beautiful and respected, young wife at his public shoelick-stand for the past several years. This slave hath become most enamoured by the mistress’s boots and socks over this time, and now yearneth to serve thy wife’s feet and footwear on a more intimate and personal basis, if it so pleaseth thee, master sir?
This slave is now threescore years and ten and therefore neareth retirement from public service, and hath been informed by the Female Municipality that if he faileth to secure a position within a mistress’s personal household, he shall be consigned forthwith to the underground slave mines, since his elderly mouth no longer hath any appeal to the general, female populace.
Oh pray, master! Oh pray! Truly this slave feareth what would become of him were he to be compelled to labour under the lash in the mines at such an advanced age, and humbly believeth that he may still offer an humble and bespoke foot-service to the mistress, thy wife, under the power and supervision of the mighty master sir, if it so pleaseth thee master sir?
This slave would humbly submit to the following stipulations, if it would be so pleasing to the master sir:
- That he be made mute, so as not to disturb the master sir and mistress madam
- That he be made to wear a permanent, heavy collar, so as to compel him to continuously bow the neck to the master sir and mistress madam
- That he be impregnated with a concentrator device so as to focus all his thoughts on the feet and footwear of the mistress madam
- That he be subject to thy mighty whip, and bear its stripes for all to see
Oh pray master, if it pleaseth thee master, this slave would indeed be honoured to survive merely on the scraps of food left by the master sir and mistress madam on their particular plates, and would therefore require little in the way of maintenance. Furthermore, this slave would most humbly and diligently serve the mistress through the:
- Respectful kissing and washing of her feet
- The care and pedicure of her feet
- The washing and admiration of her socks
- The lickshining and admiration of her boots
and would do all of the above whilst humbly immersed in the aroma of the mistress’s feet and footwear – an aroma fit for a footslave, master sir.
Oh pray master sir, if thou wouldst be so kind and understanding to an old slave man, most strong and mighty master sir, this slave assureth the master that he hath no designs of a libidinous or licentious nature on the master’s pretty wife, and that he be both impotent and sterile. This slave merely yearneth to serve at the feet of his superiors, and to spend his remaining days in the service of thy beautiful, young wife’s feet and footwear, if thou wouldst be so kind and understanding to an humble footservant, most potent and virile master sir?
Oh pray, most Righteous master sir; this sinner-slave so petitioneth thee on bended knee.
Thine humble servant,
Public Footservant no. 765913AC
It’s a quaint old custom, but one way of showing kindness and mercy to an elderly, public footservant after a lifetime of devoted footservice out on the streets. One can’t help feeling that the rest of the Gynarchy could learn something from this?
Of course, in the very olden times, the petitioner literally had to grovel verbally before his potential new masters:
The Righteous boots and socks he yearns to serve:
