It's A Dirty Job

It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s got to do it. And that ‘somebody’ is actually a ‘nobody’, in the form of the public humble head. He must lickshine the Gynarchy streetsweeper-mistress’s dirty, municipal boots, and do so with humility and respect.

She is very kind to him, lifting up her bootsole so that his tongue can get access to the foul-tasting dirt stuck between the thick treads on the soles of her boots. She even goes so far as to hitch up her trouser-hem to afford him a truly humbling view of her thick, grey, municipal bootsock whilst he is tongue-attending to her outer footwear. Yes, this is no glamorous, feminine footwear the street-slave is having to attend to! But he has no choice in the matter.  The streetsweeper mistress is every bit as much his superior as a rich girl in her posh party frock and designer stiletto high-heels. He must respect the feet and footwear of all young women. It’s the Law!

Note how the diligent streetsweeper mistress does nothing to clean up the mess surrounding the humble head’s dirty alcove. That’s because it is most definitely not her job to clean up after a slave! He can wallow in filth for all she cares, for she knows she is his superior and better – as she has just ably demonstrated by having him lickshine her hardworking boots. And so she returns to her dustcart feeling justifiably proud of herself. It’s good to feel superior to someone!