Public Order
‘You a dirty feetpig. You clean my boot, feetpig! Lick!’
‘Obey the young lady, slave, or so help me God I’ll smash your face to a pulp with my baton!’
The streets of the Gynarchy are generally very safe and orderly – thanks in no small part not just to the vigilance of the Gynarchy’s Female Police, but also to the efforts of the vigilante master-sirs who make damn sure the public footslaves show appropriate respect for their betters!
The young women of the Gynarchy are indeed most appreciative!