Humble Ground-Head

In the great Gynarchy of Barbaria, some public humble-heads, known as 'ground heads', are buried up to the neck in the pavements, as opposed to buried up to the neck in a wall. They still have to kiss the passing public's feet, though! 

A young woman, out for a stroll in the city centre, happens upon a weak and vulnerable humble-head slave at her feet

Naturally, she takes advantage of him to have her feet kiss-respected

BOTH her sneakered feet!

'Look up at my sock, slave, and tell me what you see!'

'Oh pray pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress, I see beauty and grace in your lovely white sock, mistress-madam.'

'Now get back to kissing my feet!'

'Yes, mistress. At once, mistress.'

Having had to humiliatingly praise her sock, the slave resumes humiliatingly kissing her outstretched sneaker-toe

This happens to him hundreds, if not thousands, of times a day!

All day (and all night) he must kiss the feet of his betters...

...and admire their socks!

For they are all socks of greatness...

...being the socks of free men and women...

...who are worth more than him!

See what joy he inadvertently brings to the young woman wearer of the sneakers and socks!

A triumphalist joy, as she feels worshipped and respected by the inferior being!

And rightly so, for she is his superior

Even an alien from outer space would recognise that!


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