Ms Bina madam and her boyfriend are visiting a foothole
prisoner, chosen at random, down in the Gynarchy’s subterranean dungeons –
purely to perform their public-spirited duty of humbling and humiliating him with their free persons' feet.
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| Ms Bina madam is first to step up to the foothole-prisoner's confined face |
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| Her sneakers look to be much cleaner than her boyfriend's! |
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| I'll wager the hapless foothole-prisoner is not looking forward to kissing those filthy, male sneakers! |
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| But, in the meantime, he must focus his menial mind, and mouth, on the sweet feminine sneakers in front of him... |
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| ...and admire the accompanying female socks... |
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| ...with their dainty stitching... |
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| ...beneath the lacy hem of Ms Bina's long dress! |
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| She switches feet in front of his face. Not long now until the MALE feet are presented to him! |
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| Sure enough, the female feet step aside to make way for the male feet! |
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| The female sneakers then watch from the sidelines as the male sneakers are fearfully kiss-respected |
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| The hapless foothole=prisoner is again required to pay humble homage to BOTH sneakers! |
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| Only this time he tastes, and smells, street dirt... |
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| ...and it is a masculine-stitched sock that is towering over his lowly, imprisoned head! |
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| Haha - truly this prisoner-slave is surrounded by the sneakers and socks of his betters! |
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| They are free and he is not... |
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| ...therefore he must kiss their feet... |
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| ...and study their socks... |
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| ...and admire them... |
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| ...and envy them! |
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| Meanwhile, the happy couple look down upon the pathetic foothole-prisoner at their feet and at their mercy... |
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| ...before happily turning their backs on him and walking away, leaving him to rot in his foothole cell |
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| Well might he bow his humble, confined head in misery and shame! |
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| He might never again see these superb shoes and socks! |
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| This happy couple are free to never visit him again! |
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| Haha - that's right slave; take one last lingering look at the departing feet of your betters! |
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| Yearn to be able to follow them to heel... |
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| ...but know that, in all likelihood, you will never see those fabulous socks ever again! |
