Emboldened

She’s the sort of shy and retiring, South Asian girl who, ordinarily, wouldn’t say boo to a goose! Slightly built; modestly dressed; psychologically fragile. But, as soon as she encounters a public humble head like me, she becomes emboldened:

·        Emboldened to pick up the public-use whip from its hook on the wall and threaten me with it
·        Emboldened to shove her sneakered foot and spotty blue sock into my face
·        Emboldened to bark down her orders at me, interspersed with obscenities which, in polite company, would never normally be uttered by her self-effacing lips
·        Emboldened to publicly use and abuse me, thus exercising her rights as a female citizen of the Gynarchy

Needless to say, I’m frightened of her, and it’s only as she turns to leave me with a triumphant smirk on her pretty face that I feel emboldened enough to start savouringthe taste of her superior sneaker-dirt in my menial mouth.













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