1 . Watching the Parade My slim and petite, 25 year old, dark-haired, Pakistani mistress – miss Seema – is at the Gynarchy's annual victory parade, celebrating the Female State's totalitarian, female rule over the male! She has a good position, being in the front row near the climax of the parade in the central town square of the capital Barbaria, but, being no-one special – and just an ordinary, female citizen of the Gynarchy – she is having to stand (the seats are reserved for the female dignitaries, such as Gynarchy government officials and high-profile, foreign female guests etc.!) Still, at least my young mistress gets to stand, petite and proud, whereas I, of course, am obliged to kneel , large and humble, directly behind her black leather ankleboot-heels as she hovers on the sidewalk. I, of course, being a male slave, am not permitted to watch the parade per se – only the backs of my mistress Seema's chunky-heeled boots; and literally just the backs of her b...