Shut Up, Lick Boot, Admire Sock

My job as a municipal footslave is quite simple, really. It’s to:

·         Shut up
·         Lick boot; and
·         Admire sock

I mean, take the customer-mistress utilising me now – a Gynarchy-Guard mistress. She’s much too bright and intelligent to ever wish to converse with the likes of me as she texts someone on her smartphone high above me. She doesn’t even need to bark down her orders at me in an unfriendly, female tone – it’s obvious what I must do; lickshine her boot. And even her grey, uniform, Gynarchy government-issued sock is better than me and worth more than me, which is why I can only admire the narrow slither of sock which is visible to me as I tongue-shine her ankle boot.

She walks haughtily away from me when I’ve finished mouth-cleaning her boots, again without saying a word to me. I am nothing to her – and rightly so. For I am just a simple slave, whereas she is a smart young woman. It’s obvious what I must do – shut up; lick boot; admire sock.



















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