Frightened Of Them
'Look, Mukta! A slave! Haha - he looks frightened of us! Let's go over and humiliate him!'
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| The astute young woman in the bright red coat and yellow leotard is quite correct... |
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| ...I am indeed frightened of these two girls! |
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| It's just part and parcel of being a public humble-head in the Gynarchy - fear of what girls might do to you! |
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| In this case, they make me kiss their feet! |
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| Filthy dirty boots... |
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| ...and sneakers! |
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| But I must obey, for I am frightened of them both and at their female mercy! |
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| I'm dirt, whereas they are goddesses! |
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| How they mock me and laugh at me as I pay my male-labial respects to their filthy, female footwear! |
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| I hear the young woman take a swig of her warm, refreshing coffee as I taste her sneaker dirt! |
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| Our respective mouths are fit for the differing tastes now regaling them... |
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| ...Caffeine in her case; dirt in mine! |
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| And her vile sneaker dirt is now mixing with Ms Mukta's residual boot dirt inside my menial mouth! |
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| I look up to the girl's sock - both literally and figuratively! |
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| It is a sock of power; of female mastery over me! |
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| Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the sock continues to slurp away at her coffee... |
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| ...in between her girlish giggles! |
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| She's a noisy coffee drinker... |
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| ...whereas I am a quiet contemplator of the coffee drinker's sock! |


















