How Do You Like My Socks, Slave?

The Gynarchy monks, who run the Gynarchy’s dungeons on behalf of the Female State, are ever keen to encourage the general populace to join in the punishment and humiliation of prisoner-slaves.

Here we see a civilian couple – two of the Gynarchy’s finest – happily tormenting a prisoner-slave in the stocks in his cell.

‘How do you like my socks, slave?’, the bright young woman is asking the prisoner as she forces his head to look downwards at her pigeon-toed, ballet-flatted feet.

We can surmise that, in answer to the mistress’s question (though he is forbidden to speak under pain of pummelling by the monk’s spiked staff) that the prisoner-slave is indeed most admiring of the mistress’s short socks! And why, indeed, wouldn’t he be – given that they are a greyish-white with pale blue tops and reinforced toe-areas? Moreover, they are fetchingly creased in one or two places, giving him much to ponder upon and contemplate as he mentally digests the sight of her socks inside her leopard-print ballet flats.

Of course, you will have noticed that the young woman’s handsome boyfriend isn’t wearing any socks inside his sneakers, but those sneakers are sufficiently grimy and grubby with outside streetdirt to add mightily to the footslave’s humiliation should the master-sir decide to join in the fun of foot-humiliating the prisoner.

Mind you, the couple probably won’t stay long as they look like they are dressed for a night cruising the Gynarchy’s nightclubs and bars. Still, we can be in no doubt that the memory of this happy couple’s visit will linger long on the pathetic footslave’s brain in the midst of his solitary confinement, underground dungeon cell; and, in particular, the sight of the visiting mistress’s pale grey and blue anklesocks!