In Cycles
The immured, municipal footslave can only stare with awe and wonderment at the cycling mistress’s short, white cycling sock inside her sneaker as she converses with the mighty free male high above him. Oh how he yearns to nuzzle the top of that short sock – as a demonstration of his respect and admiration for the wearer of the sock. But the young woman appears uninterested in having her socks nuzzled today, and as soon as her conversation with the master-sir is over she just rides off.
The head-in-the-wall slave is, of course, disappointed, but he is an experienced slave and knows that these things tend to come and go in cycles. What goes around comes around, and it will probably only be a matter of time before another cycling mistress doesstop to have her sneakers licked and/or her socks nuzzled.
Meanwhile, note how her foot is above the slave’s head as she cycles away, affording him a humble view of the street dirt stuck to the treads of her sneaker. It is right and proper that it should be so, as even the dirt on the soles of her sneakers is better than the slave, and is worth more than him.