Blessed Are The Arrogant
This exceptionally bright and beautiful, but arrogant, young woman has stopped by me in order to show me her socktop – and to mock me with it. She first of all asks me if I like her grey bootsock, and I reply, naturally, that I like it very much, thanking her kindly for her kind question. She then enquires as to whether I can see the pink flower logo near the top of her sock, and I respond to the effect that I can just make out the pretty pink flower motif, but that it is only visible to me in my peripheral vision since, regrettably, I am unable to move my humble head any higher, if she would forgive my impertinence?
She just laughs and says that perhaps part of the problem is that it’s a hot and sticky day and her feet are ‘sweating like pigs’ inside her boots, causing her socks to slip down her ankles! What do I think? Do I think that could be part of the problem?
Mindful of the preciousness of the mistress’s footsweat, I humbly express the opinion that I’m sure her divine sweat is not the problem, and that her footsweat is, in fact, the dew that doubtless feeds and nourishes her pink sock flower, if she would be so kind and understanding to a humble footslave at her feet?
Once again, the customer-mistress laughs out loud (at me) before ordering me to kiss her boot. As I obediently do so, a passing Gynarchy cardinal leans down to admonish me, and to remind me that it is my public-footslave duty to respect and admire all my betters’ socks. He even quotes a verse from the Gynarchy scriptures at me:
‘The slave that doth not focus on the sock of his mistress shall be chastised mightily with the whip!’
I thank the cardinal master-sir for his righteous words, and he blesses the young woman before continuing on his way. She is delighted, and triumphant – as well she might be; blessed by a priest, and worshipped by a slave!
