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Evolutionary Scale

March 16, 2018

The intelligent girl from the local office looks down on me in every sense of the word as she has her boots kiss-shined during her cigarette break. And rightly so, for she is a million times higher up the evolutionary scale than me. I’m just a dumb footkisser.

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Serving Madam

January 20, 2026

The matron of the house is next to use the lowly porch footslave before she heads off on her shopping trip. Her garb may be traditional, but her sneakers are very modern! It is such an honour for the lowly, pathetic porch footslave to kiss madam's feet on her egress from her house He respects and admires her very much, even though she is often first in the household to reach for the WHIP! Better to kiss madam's sneakers than feel the wrath of her WHIP! He slavishly admires her white SOCKS Such modern foot-attire, which beautifully complements her otherwise more traditional dress When she switches her feet in front of the slave's mouth, he angles his humble head to get a better view of her SOCK! Then, all too soon, for she has shopping to do, she leaves him to rot amongst the dirty shoes and boots in the hallway He keeps his humble head bowed, out of slavish respect for the feet he has just kissed! Indeed, this slave has never seen his madam above the ANKLES... ...and they...

The Submissive Migrant

January 16, 2010

Part 1 – Illegal Alien He was absolutely determined to emigrate to the Gynarchy. Richard – or rather, would-be slave Richard – was fed up with having to pretend. He was fed up with having to hide his natural submissiveness vis-à-vis women. He was fed up with having to enjoy his fetishes in private – a surreptitious glance at a shapely, feminine ankle here; a discreet observation of a female sock there. All he wanted was to be a slave – specifically a woman’s footslave, but the society he lived in could not cater for him. He felt very much like an outsider. The only place he felt drawn towards was the mysterious land of the Gynarchy. The Gynarchy was a closed society – a Female Police State which successfully kept the world’s media at a distance. The Gynarchy’s infamous ‘feminine firewall’ even kept the Internet at bay with a fair degree of success. But everyone knew that it was a State run by women – a Slave State, in which men, or at least some of the men, were treated as slaves. The...

Happy Slappy Xmas!

July 01, 2013

The good-looking – indeed, some would say godlike-looking – Mondieu family, who originally hailed from Haiti but had emigrated some 3 years ago from Port au Prince to, appropriately enough, Port à la Princesse , a small town on the Gynarchy’s north-eastern seaboard, are gathered in the living-room of their modest, terraced house on Xmas day, enjoying their sumptuous, family-Xmas meal. They are: Monsieur Mondieu – the 53 year old head of the family (even though they are now living in the Gynarchy, old habits die hard; and the traditionally-reared, Haitian women of the family find it hard not to regard the man of the house as the continuing head of the family!) Madame Mondieu – his still stunningly-beautiful, 45 year old wife (the woman from whom Monsieur Mondieu’s two daughters get their extreme good looks!) Mademoiselle Simone Mondieu – their eldest daughter, 23, who has just started work as a journalist on a glossy, Gynarchy fashion magazine (she could equally be on the front ...