In The African Gynarchy, the villagers queue to have their
feet kiss-respected by the stockaded slave
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| An African mistress has her sandalled feet kiss-respected by a lowly slave in the village stocks |
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| She is wearing a traditional African tribal mask... |
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| ...primarily to conceal her glee! |
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| There is no disguising, however, the feetkissing slave's humiliation! |
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| His lowly, confined lips must touch the African mistress's bare toeskin as well as her musty-smelling sandal leather... |
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| ...and all beneath the hem of her long, African dress |
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| He is not worthy to look at, or even to think of her, above the ankles! |
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| Meanwhile, an African master-sir waits patiently in line for his African sandals and feet to be kissed |
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| He knows he is better than the slave and worthy of the slave's cringing respect |
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Note the sore-looking stripes on the stockaded slave's back...
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| ...stripes engendered, no doubt, by the WHIP hanging from the nearby cordyline tree! |
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| Haha, no wonder the slave kisses the villagers' feet with such humility and devotion. The WHIP can be a great encourager of humility in a slave! |
