Rusty-Necked Footslave
The rusty-necked footslave,
His head in the wall,
Faces the feet,
Of one and all.
He has no say,
In how long they stay,
And must even await,
The change of their gait,
Twixt left foot and right,
So that he might,
Pay his dues,
To each of their shoes,
In ignominious turn.
And how they despise him,
And often chastise him,
With kicks to his face,
Whatever their race.
For they all are his betters,
As he kneels in his fetters,
Surrounded by rust,
And consuming the dust,
From the soles of their shoes,
Whatever their hues.
The rusty-necked footslave,
Confined in the wall,
Kisses the feet,
Of one and all.
It’s a fun little poem, about an everyday scene in the Gynarchy. But let’s analyse this particular rusty-necked footslave’s predicament in a bit more detail, shall we?
Firstly, we see that it is a damp day. The skies are grey and it has clearly been raining, judging by the puddles on the ground. However, the rusty-necked footslave’s customers are dressed, for the most part, in summer clothing, so we can surmise it is just a typical Gynarchy summer’s day – sunshine and showers!
If course, the wet ground won’t make the footslave’s job any the easier, as people’s feet will inevitably get dirty walking around in the muddy rain puddles. Indeed, there are already some signs of that as we shall observe when we study the feet and footwear of each of the footslave’s customers in turn.
But first let’s take a panoramic view of the scene before us. We see a ‘rusty-necked’ (i.e. iron-collared), head-in-the-wall footslave kissing the outstretched foot of a dark-haired Asian girl whilst a line of other Gynarchy citizens patiently (or not so patiently in some cases) await their turn.
First in line, after the Asian girl, are a handsome Indian couple. He is smoking, and she appears to be just watching the girl in front of her having her feet kissed, glad that she and her husband will be next! Behind the Indian couple is a fat, white girl, with a colourful tattoo on her arm. She looks a bit impatient, but must wait her turn like everyone else! Behind her is a black man in sandals. He too is straining to observe what is going on at the front of the queue, as he wishes his feet to be kissed and respected – and rightly so! Finally, we see a blonde, middle-aged prostitute – a lady of the night streetwalking during the day. She too knows she is deserving of the humble footslave’s respect.
So now let’s examine the footslave’s queuing (but not paying) customers in a bit more detail – starting at the back of the queue.
Last, but by no means least, is the prostitute-mistress – a highly respected occupation in the Gynarchy, since the female prostitute gives of herself in order to please sexually frustrated free men; such a selfless and thoughtful act (though she gets paid for it) – no wonder prostitutes are admired and respected throughout the Gynarchy; unlike footslaves!
We can’t help but be drawn immediately to her shiny boots – stylish, patent black leather, calf length boots, albeit well used and scuffmarked, especially around the blocky heel areas. Ha! Ha! The footslave is certainly going to have his work cut out if she requires him to ‘lick away’ those dirty scuffmarks – they look well ingrained! But, scuffmarked or not, the boots certainly beautify the prostitute-mistress’s lower legs, just as her thigh tattoo beautifies her upper leg.
Turning to her face, she does, admittedly, look a bit rough. One can imagine her voice is quite croaky from consuming a superfluity of fags over the years (and possibly other substances), but she still looks pretty, in a somewhat haggard sort of way. And most importantly, she looks happy; happy in her profession; happy to await her turn to have her dirty boots kissed and licked; happy to lord it over a much lesser being than herself – the down-in-the-dirt, public footslave; the lowest of the low. Whereas she is, of course, amongst the highest of the high.
Respect to the prostitute-mistress!
Next we turn our attention to the black master-sir in front of her. He appears to be of African origin, and is certainly unperturbed by the Gynarchy weather, standing happily in a puddle in his brown-sandalled feet. Note how hairy his toes, feet and legs are. Ha! Ha! Let’s hope the footslave’s mouth and nose aren’t ticklish, for the last thing a footslave wants to do is sneeze all over a customer-master’s bare feet! Can you imagine what the punishment for such a heinous crime would be?!
Anyway, I’m sure the footslave is experienced enough not to let that happen as he kisses the African man’s hairy toes. Of course, the master-sir might wish his brown leather sandals to be licked clean – especially after he has been standing for so long in a muddy puddle. The point is – it’s entirely his choice; not the slave’s. The footslave must simply do what he’s told.
Judging by the look on the African master’s face, he is contemplating just that – how he will make the dirty footslave kiss and worship his African feet. He’s got a bit of time to decide on that, for the queue doesn’t appear to be moving much (methinks the Asian girl at the front of the queue is enjoying herself too much!)
The fat girl in front of the African man seems even more impatient. Incidentally, ‘fat’ is not a derogatory term in the Gynarchy when applied to a master or mistress. In the Gynarchy fat is considered good – a sign of wealth and success. Only slaves are skinny and malnourished. So fat is indicative of beauty and power.
And she is indeed beautiful and powerful – very much so. A beautiful strawberry-blonde. But her nominally white sneakers have certainly seen better days; they are caked in filth! Ha! Ha! That will be another difficult chore for the rusty-necked footslave – to lick off the street dirt and filth from the young woman’s sneakers, so that they look pristine white again!
Don’t be fooled by her pigeon-toed innocence. This fat, young woman knows exactly what she is about to do, and she is very much looking forward to it – feeding her footdirt to the footslave! Note also that she is not wearing any socks inside her sneakers, so the slave can expect a whiff of footsweat mixed in with the rubbery-canvas smell of her female footwear. Of course, he can’t help but smell the footwear of everyone he serves – so close is his nose to their feet as his menial mouth makes intimate contact with their dirty shoes or boots. And if their feet are sweaty inside their boots, shoes or sneakers, that oozes through too; to say nothing of the sweaty, bare feet he regularly encounters in sandals. It’s just another humiliating aspect of being a public footslave – being in the more or less constant proximity of other people’s foot odour; albeit the stinky foot odour of your betters!
And, speaking of betters, we now come to the loving, Indian couple. Again, we note that the man isn’t wearing any socks inside his loafers. He is such a macho man, and socks are for wimps; and women, as evidenced by his Indian wife who is wearing bright yellow, spotty socks inside her short ankleboots! This will be such a contrast for the slave – especially if they present their feet together to him. His humble head will be alternating between unsocked loafers, and socked ankleboots, as it bobs up and down respectfully kissing the feet of his Indian master and mistress in turn.
There is, perhaps, no greater honour for a public footservant than to kiss the feet of a husband and wife team, since they represent mainstream Gynarchy society which is built on sex and success, whereas he is just an impotent, celibate and sterile, footslave failure, fit only to lick the dirt from their shoes. And they know it!
At last we’ve reached the front of the queue, and the young Asian woman who, as we have already observed, is in no hurry to move on from having her pretty feet kissed. Note, though, how she is deliberately hiding those pretty, soft-skinned, Asian feet inside plain, grey socks – as she does not want to give the wretched footslave a cheap thrill! Her ankleskin is well hidden from him, even though his eyeline is, inevitably, at ankle level as he kisses her rounded shoe-toe.
And what a nice pair of cheap, canvas flats she is wearing too! Again, nothing to get the slave over-excited – like a pair of sexy, peep-toe sandals, or the forthcoming prostitute’s shiny patent leather, blocky heeled, calf boots. Yes, this Asian girl knows exactly how to humiliate a public footslave – cheap flats and socks; nothing for him to write home about (if he had a home; and could write!)
Nevertheless, the pathetic, rusty-necked fool does seem to be fixated on her grey socks. You know, I think he actually admires them! I suppose, from his lowly point of view, they are something to be admired – since they are the plain and ordinary socks of a beautiful, young Asian woman who is his infinite better; and thus the socks, too, are better than him!
Finally, let’s take another look down the line of superior people waiting to have their dirty feet kissed and licked by the rusty-necked footslave. Each and every one of them, as we have seen, is deserving of the footslave’s respect as they are each, despite their individual flaws, better than him. He would do well to remember that as he kisses their feet, and to reflect on how kissing and licking feet is all he is good for. Moreover, he should be grateful to them for taking the time out of their busy schedules to stop by him and have their dirty feet worshipped.
One more thing occurs to me – do you think the rusty-necked footslave’s iron collar is so rusty because his head is permanently exposed to the elements? If so, he can soon expect more rust to accumulate around his neck as, judging by the darkening skies, it looks like more summer rain is on its way!
