To The Delight Of A Gynarchy Magistrate Master-Sir
Two bright young women of the Gynarchy humiliate a hapless prisoner-slave in the public stocks – to the delight of a Gynarchy magistrate master-sir!
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| A pathetic prisoner-slave is publicly humiliated in the town-square stocks |
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| He must kiss the sneakered feet of a bright young woman of the Gynarchy in front of her friend |
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| Her sneakers are dirty, but the slave mustn't baulk at the task in mouth! |
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| He angles his humble head to enable his lowly lips to gain greater purchase on her outstretched sneaker-toe as soon as she switches her fabulous feet in front of his feckless face |
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| She is a goddess and he is just a slave - fit only to kiss her feet! |
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| Meanwhile, the very same Gynarchy magistrate master-sir who put the slave in the stocks is also watching on |
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| Oh how utterly humiliating for the confined slave... |
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| ...repeatedly having to kiss the feet of his female better whilst languishing in the stocks! |
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| Haha - everyone is enjoying the prisoner-slave's public humiliation... |
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| ...especially the magistrate master-sir! |
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| You'd never catch him lying in the stocks kissing a young woman's feet... |
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| ...He's not a slave! |











