Entitled
A master-sir makes his way purposefully towards me, clearly intent on having his shoes lickshined. I must serve his shoes as I would any other customer’s shoes. Be they male, female or nonbinary, my customers are all my betters!
A man walks purposefully towards me |
He knows he is just as entitled to use me as any other free citizen of the Gynarchy |
He stops in front of me as if to show me his shoes - shoes I shall soon have to lick! |
Sure enough, his right foot is unceremoniously shoved towards my already shoedirt-covered tongue |
Yet more shoedirt is added to my menial mouth, courtesy of this man's superior shoes |
I can see not only the stitching in his shoeleather, but also the stitching in his sock |
He soon turns and leaves me. He has not spoken to me. I am beneath him |
He is a master and I am a slave. He has no need to lower himself to speaking to me |