Well & Truly Wedged































Here you see me where I truly belong – which is lying prostrate on the dirty floor of a late-night bus with my humble head well and truly wedged in between my mistress’s boots and socks. From time to time I can feel my mistress’s white socks digging into my temples, as if to subliminally remind me who’s boss. But, of course, I know it is just a subliminal act on her part, as she is focussed on looking out of the window of the bus high above me.

And in any case I hardly need reminding who is the master and who is the slave! After all, any fool can see how superior my mistress’s white socks are to me, being the white socks of a Gynarchy goddess. It will be an honour and a privilege for me to sniff-respect them later after she has peeled them off her feet and casually dumped them in a crumpled-up mass of sweaty, white cotton on her bedroom floor. I shall no doubt be required to bury my nose in them all night and use them as a stinky pillow, before suck-cleaning them in the morning.

In the meantime, I know they will be absorbing even more of my mistress’s precious footsweat as she heads home from her late shift at the Gynarchy prison where she works as a male-prisoner guard. I am lucky to have such a lovely mistress, and to be the slave of such a nice pair of hardworking boots and socks. Her boots and socks are my life!

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