Late At Night

This superb young woman certainly knows how to treat a public humble-head late at night!

A bright young woman approaches me after dark


She kindly stops to speak to me - though in an unfriendly tone


'You a damned slave! You kiss my foot, damned slave!'


I must unflinchingly obey the customer-mistress!


I kiss her arrogantly outstretched foot...


...since, as she rightly points out, I am just a 'damned slave'!


She switches feet in front of my damned face


I lower my lips to her other sneakered foot also


I admire her sock


This is the shoe and sock of a young woman...


...who knows how to treat a public humble-head late at night!


i.e. like dirt...


...the dirt that he is!


Anyone watching could recognise her superiority over me


She is the divine master, and I am just the damned slave


Even her socks are worth more than me...


literally so, since a pair of female socks costs more than a slave...


...in the glorious Gynarchy of Barbaria!


Humble-head slaves are two a penny!


She gloats as she leaves me to rot


And rightly so - for she is a winner...


...and I am a loser, down at her shoes and socks!


Her right sock creases as she walks away...


...creasing up with laughter at me?


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