Quivering Lips

A pretty, patrolling Gynarchy police-officer mistress represents Girl Authority that MUST be respected and obeyed by a public humble-head like me – and with all appropriate fear and trembling!

I kiss her boots with quivering lips.

Girl power patrolling towards me

The representative of Gynarchy-girl power and authority stops in front of me

'Kiss my boots, slave!'

'Yes, police-officer mistress ma'am. At once, goddess police-officer mistress madam!'

With quivering, frightened lips I kiss her girl-power boots of authority

'Oh pray, pretty police-officer mistress madam, if it pleases you, pretty police-officer mistress madam, would you kindly show me your socks, miss, that I might praise and respect them madam?'

The pretty police-officer mistress kindly hitches up her uniform trouser-leg to show me her uniform sock

I study and praise the sock

'Oh praise, mistress! Oh joy! Truly you sock is wonderful, mistress, and is a sock of authority, madam. I submit to the authority of your sock, miss!'

Because my menial, municipal mouth can't reach the sock, I must instead kiss its accompanying boot

Kiss boot. Respect sock. Fear sock!

A sock of female power and authority!

Sock! Her sock! A Gynarchy police-officer mistress's SOCK!

She kindly switches her booted feet on the block beneath my face, again hitching up her touser leg to reveal her socktop

Her socktop! Her socktop!

'Praise be unto your socks, madam! Please don't hurt me, miss!'

She walks off without hurting me!

But the point is, she could - and with impunity!

For she, her boots and her socks are above the Law

They enforce the Law...

...The laws of the Gynarchy

And those laws state...

...that I must respect and admire her socks...

...and her boots. I'm just a public footslave!

 

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