Whenever a member of the public meets a foothole-prisoner outside his humiliatingly public-facing foothole cell, it's a case of the feet of freedom meeting the face of confinement.
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| A bright young woman of the Gynarchy spots a public-facing foothole prisoner |
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| Such helpless prisoners are sometimes mockingly referred to as 'foothole fancies', as you can do whatever you fancy with them! |
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| The prisoner looks nervously at the feet of freedom now standing directly in front of him |
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| He is particularly envious of the young woman's white sock... |
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| ...as it gets to accompany her sneakered foot wheresoever she goes! |
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| Right now, however, the right foot of freedom meets with his confined face - not in a violent manner, but in a masterful way, as he is required to respectfully kiss it... |
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| ...swiftly followed by the young woman's left foot! |
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| This is her way of 'lording it over' the helpless, male prisoner. It tickles her fancy to do so! |
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| She very much enjoys imposing her sneakered foot on his lowly, imprisoned lips... |
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| ...and forcing him to stare at her sock! |
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| The foothole-prisoner, as we have already established, is most envious of the young woman's sock... |
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| ...and its freedom! |
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| A foot of freedom meets a face of confinement! |
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| By kissing the young woman's sneakers, the pathetic foothole-prisoner is having to acknowledge that she, her sneakers, and her socks are all better than him! |
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| As if to reinforce that message, she once again silently switches feet in front of his footkissing face |
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| The sock on her shapely ankle looks truly resplendent with its fancy, feminine stitching! |
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| The male prisoner-slave, literally, must look up to the female sock... |
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| ...though he is forbidden to even think of this superior, young woman above the sock! |
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| Meanwhile, for her haughty part, she continues to look disparagingly down on the male prisoner... |
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| ...a superior looking down on an inferior at her feet! |
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| She then sullenly turns and walks away from him... |
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| ...leaving him to rot in his lowly foothole-cell behind her... |
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| ...down in the dirt! |
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| The feet of freedom elegantly turn their backs on the face of confinement! |
