Footoire Litterbug

The young woman casually drops her empty crisp (potato chip) packet down onto the footoire floor whilst she is having her flowery-patterned, rubber rainboots kissed. She is a litterbug – and rightly so, for she knows she is above the laws of the Gynarchy, being female and therefore exempt from prosecution. She knows too that the footoire slave shall get the blame for her litter when the cleaner comes to do her rounds. Again, rightly so – for under the Laws of the Gynarchy of Barbaria a male slave must always be held responsible for the ‘crimes’, however small, of the female populace.

Sure enough, the cleaner-mistress is not best pleased when she sees the crisp packet littering the footoire cubicle floor. She angrily berates the slave, asking him if he was born in a pig-sty? (Actually, he was, but he is forbidden from answering back to a female). But the cleaner-mistress is nothing if not merciful, and she decides notto report the litterbug-slave to the authorities for a good whipping! Instead, she has him kiss her own feet, which are sweaty inside her sockless ballet-flats. That should be a good enough lesson for the slave, and teach him some manners in the future!

She graciously picks up his mess and leaves him a pristine footoire-cubicle, ready for the next customer-mistress to use. The slave feels ashamed.
























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