A Gynarchy Professor's Viewpoint

Professor Marcus Delirian, the eminent free-male Gynarchy professor, offers his considered analysis of the above scene:

‘Here we see a typical, everyday footkissing scene in the Gynarchy. A young lady is having her feet kissed, in public, by a Gynarchy humble head. The fact that the young lady is a uniformed Gynarchy-Guard officer is neither here nor there. Being a bright and intelligent, young woman of the Gynarchy, she would exude power and authority whatever she happened to be wearing. But it does, perhaps, add an extra piquancy to the scene – as does the fact that she is carrying a brown leather whip!

Points to note about the young lady’s demeanour are:

1)      Her stance. Observe how she is unabashedly shoving her boot onto the humble head’s pursed lips. She is relaxed, confident and dominant – as well she might be, given that she is a free citizen of the Gynarchy exercising her feminine right to have her feet kiss-respected in public by a lowly, male humble head.

2)      Her face, though decidedly pretty, is screwed up with contempt for the humble head beneath her as she, literally, looks down on him from on high. And again, rightly so. For what the humble-head slave is doing is dirty – kissing the outside of another (albeit superior) human being’s black leather boot, and the scuffmarked toe area at that! How could such a bright and beautiful, young woman NOT hold such a lowly, bootkissing creature in utter contempt?

3)      She nevertheless demands his obedience and humility. Were he to resist kissing her imperiously outstretched boot-toe, she would doubtless regale him about the face with her whip – or worse, have him temporarily extracted from the wall for a sound beating to his bare back at the public whipping post in the town square!

4)      In order to add to the humble head’s helpless humiliation, she has hitched up her trouser-hem to deliberately reveal to his bootkissing face a tiny slither of her bright blue bootsock. This will mesmerise the slave, as the sock is such an intimate garment covering, as it does, the shapely foot and ankle of the superior, young woman standing above him. How he must yearn to touch that sock with his menial mouth, in the vainglorious hope that by merely touching her sock some of its richness and goodness, in the form of the all-powerful, young woman's sweet feminine footsweat DNA, would rub off onto him and thereby make him a better person! But when it comes to this young woman’s bright blue bootsock, he may look, but not touch. The sock is above and beyond him; a better thing than him. He could only ever aspire to be as good as a girl’s sock, and to enjoy such intimacy with her foot. No, his lowly, lickspittle lips must content themselves with the harsh, cold feel of her outer, scuffmarked bootleather, rather than the warm, inner softness of her thick cotton sock. And, as ever, rightly so!

Points to note about the humble-head slave’s demeanour are:

1)      He is humble! It should, of course, go without saying that a public bootkisser and licker is a humble being. After all, what could be more humbling and demeaning than to be imprisoned at ankle-level as an anonymous head-in-the-wall on one of the gynarchy’s dirty backstreets, tasting where one’s betters have been walking from the outer surfaces of their boots and shoes? He is truly trapped, humiliated and humble. He knows his place.

2)      So much so, that he dare not look at the young woman standing before him above the sock. She is too good for him to ogle lasciviously like a free man might do. No, his disposition betrays the fact that he knows his only legitimate sphere of interest is in her boots and socks. Even her bare feet are beyond him, hidden deep inside those thick boots and socks and protected from his prying, footslave eyes.

3)      He is also frightened – not just of the whip dangling ominously beside his humble head, but of his customer-mistress in general. She towers mightily over him (even though she is naturally quite petite in stature), and her aforementioned contemptuous demeanour makes her volatile to wanting to hurt the slave, either by whipping him across the face or simply kicking him with her rounded, reinforced boot-toe in the mouth. And so he kisses her proffered boot respectfully, audibly and fearfully. He knows he is the impotent slave and she is the potent master. He submits to her female power by means of his puckered, dry lips.

It is, I think you will agree, a most edifying scene. An inspiration to the female citizenry of our Great Gynarchy (long may women rule) to humiliate and degrade the enslaved male. Praise and glory be to this superb, young woman and all who are like her. God bless her!’