Age-Old Ritual

It's an age-old Gynarchy ritual - the household slave must kiss-greet his masters' feet as soon as they enter their home. 

As the master and mistress return home their household footslave is ready and waiting to kiss-greet their feet

The mistress is the first to step up to the slave's kneeling face

His lowly lips touch her outstretched, dirty sneaker-toe

The Law states he must also 'have regard for' her socks i.e. mentally study and admire them, whilst he is kiss-respecting her outer shoeleather

It's not difficult for the slave to mentally admire his pretty mistress's plain, dark grey sock!

It is, after all, the sock of a domestic goddess!

Meanwhile, the master-sir's shoes and socks are waiting patiently in the wings...

...as the household slave continues to show repeated respect for the mistress's dirty sneakers

The whip-marks on his kneeling back surely go a long way towards explaining the wretched slave's humility and compliance?

There is much obedience at the end of a WHIP!

As soon as the mistress heads on into the living room, the master-sir takes his turn on the slave's menial mouth

The lowly slave now has the added indignity of having to kiss-greet another man's feet...

...albeit the feet of a much better man than him; the feet of his master-sir; of his mistress's manly husband!

In compliance with the laws of the Gynarchy, the slave continues to be mindful of the master-sir's socks...

...the socks of a great man!

What an honour for the lowly slave - to be so close to a great man's shoes and socks!

As the great man follows his magnificent wife into the living room, the slave remains humbly kneeling...

...his head bowed towards the floor where his betters have just been standing...

...but his menial mind continuing to respectfully ponder his betters' socks

Not just the manly socks of the master-sir...

...but also the female socks of the mistress-madam

Ultimately, it is her socks that own him...

...since she is the head of the Gynarchy household, and therefore her socks are the chief socks that he must serve!


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