It's a familiar and oft-repeated scene in the Gynarchy - a public humble head; a female customer; a male stranger, egging the female on to humiliate the slave with her 'pretty feet'. The man (known as a 'lurker' in local parlance) gets his kicks out of seeing male slaves humbled at young women's feet - something he would never let happen to himself in a million years!
The lurker-sir flatters the young woman, who delights in his praise and compliments. He even applauds her as she leaves.
Then the lurker-sir himself, after crouching down to the slave's lowly level to inform him that he hasn't changed his socks in two days, gleefully informs the helpless head that he's now going to kiss his sock! The public humble-head doesn't have much say in the matter - he's just a slave, and must submit to the wills of his betters, be they male or female!
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| A young woman approaches me down the station corridor |
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| I like her black loafer shoes and crisp white socks |
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| She stops directly in front of me, clearly contemplating whether to use me or not |
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| In the meantime, I take the humbling opportunity to have a closer look at her sock-stitching |
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| She seems in two minds about whether to impose her feet upon me or not |
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| But suddenly a man - a familiar lurker-sir on this particular platform - approaches her. He urges her to have the humble-head kiss her feet. He tells her she'll look fabulous! |
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| The lurker-sir's flattery works, and a female loafer-shoe is soon shoved onto my menial, male mouth |
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| Both the shoe-wearer, and the lurker-sir, enjoy witnessing my public humiliation at the young woman's feet! |
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| I am surrounded by the shoes and socks of my betters... |
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| ...feminine white sock and masculine grey sock! |
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| But it is the white sock that is currently closest to my face, and hence uppermost in my mind! |
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| I study the rows of stitching in the outstretched, white sock... |
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| ...and the curvature of that stitching! |
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| I hear the sock-wearer snigger at my abasement at her loafered and socked feet... |
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| ...as well as the gleeful chuckles of the triumphant master-sir |
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| Again he compliments the young woman on her beauty and poise |
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| She thanks him and tarries a while longer, having her feet kissed by lowly me |
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| When she eventually heads off towards the station platform, the lurker-sir applauds and cheers her |
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| She beams with pride... |
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| ...whilst I lower my humble head in shame behind her departing feet! |
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| The woman feet are replaced by man feet - the feet of the lurker-sir |
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| He crouches down to my lowly level. I can smell his breath |
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| He points to his two-day-old sock and informs me that I'm now going to kiss it! |
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| He then positions his sweaty-socked right ankle directly in front of my confined face |
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| I kiss him on the socked anklebone |
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| The sock feels warm on the lips - warmer than the young woman's shoes! |
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| I look up to, and admire, the man's sock... |
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| ..the sock of my superior! |
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| The superior man then turns and walks away |
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| Once again, I bow my humble head in shame... |
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| ...behind greatness! |
