Ordinary Everyday
She’s just an ordinary, everyday girl; neither exceptionally plain nor exceptionally pretty; simply a young woman on her way home from work, who has stopped off by her local public humble head for a quick cigarette and a lick and a shine of her plain, black, office loafer shoes. Her shoes may be made of leather, but this is no leather-clad, whip wielding dominatrix in spike-heeled, thigh high boots! And yet, she has the absolute power of a dominatrix, and is shown every respect that is due to a dominatrix, since she is the customer-mistress and the humble head is a public servant. A slave, in fact! It says as much above his head!
The young woman has no need to shout at him, or bark her orders down at him; or even to talk to him at all. The ordinary, everyday slave knows his place, and automatically starts to lick his customer-mistress’s ordinary, everyday shoes as soon as they are each presented to his menial mouth, divesting them off their ordinary, everyday mud, whilst studying her ordinary, everyday socks, down amongst the dead leaves. It’s a scene repeated thousands of times throughout the Gynarchy - every day.
Yes, it is merely an ordinary, everyday transaction here in the Gynarchy – a young woman having her shoes licked. And yet, when she turns to walk away from him, leaving him with the residual, bitter taste of her everyday shoedirt in his mouth, the slave knows he has been in the presence of extraordinary greatness – precisely because he has been visited by a superior, young woman; a first-class citizen of the Gynarchy; an extraordinary, ordinary, everyday goddess!
