Interview With A Typical Gynarchy Girl

October 29, 2017

Here a typical Gynarchy girl, Ms Hayley Madam, explains her favourite hobby – humiliating public footslaves:

‘Hi. My name’s Hayley, and I’m 20 years old. I live in the Gynarchy and I like humbling public footslaves out on the streets with my sneakers and socks, by making them kiss them and lick them. It’s my hobby.

Whenever I approach a public footslave I first of all stand in front of him so that he can get a good look at my feet and at the sneakers and socks I’m about to impose on his mouth. I make sure my socks are a different colour from my sneakers so that the slave can clearly see the difference, and I also make sure my socks are creased, and that he can get to see a tiny slither of my soft, bare legskin between the tops of my socks and my jean-hems. I don’t mind him seeing my bare skin as I know he can’t touch it without my permission; he’s just a slave!

Next I crouch down so that I am at his face level, and I warn him that he has to do everything I say or else I will hurt him. I love seeing the fear in a helpless footslave’s eyes, and hopefully he can smell my breath, especially if I’ve just eaten, and that is making him hungry. He might even be able to see the little bits of food debris still stuck between my teeth!

I then hold my foot up to his face by resting it on the footblock and make him kiss my sneaker on the dirtiest parts. I deliberately twist my foot around at the ankle and have him lickshine away all the dirt and gunk I’ve been walking in. I don’t care if it tastes bad for him, because, as I said before, he’s just a slave.

After he’s kissed my sneakers and licked them, I sometimes make him kiss the top of my sock, making sure that his upper lip doesn’t touch my skin. I like the feel of a slave’s lips on my sock, and I also like the thought of all my sock sweat and dirty sock lint transferring onto his mouth. Sometimes I also order him to smooth out the wrinkles in my sock with his mouth, and I warn him that I might come back later and ask him questions about my socks – such as the number of stitches in them or the pattern in the logos – and so he had better study my socks carefully, or I’ll get my boyfriend to come round and kick his face in! But I don’t always allow a slave to touch my sock. It depends what sort of mood I’m in.

After he’s finished kissing and licking my sneakers, I kneel down again in order to look into his frightened face and ask him how he liked it, having to kiss and lick a girl’s dirty sneakers? Of course, by law he has to say that he did like it, and thank me for the privilege, but I know that he really didn’t like it, and he’s just saying that. That’s why I laugh at him, and give him the female victory sign, because I am a winner and he is a loser.

Sometimes me and my friends spend all weekend walking round the centre of town using and abusing public footslaves in this way. I’ve also applied to be a footslave ‘minder-mistress’, so that I can actually get paid to humble footslaves.

Here are some pictures of me humbling a footslave in the town square yesterday afternoon. I didn’t have time to let him kiss my socks as I had to go and meet up with my boyfriend Samuel, but I still made him give my sneakers a good tonguing! Enjoy!’