Fat Man's Footslave
A fat man strides confidently towards me, safe in the knowledge that I shall have no choice but to kiss respect his feet and admire his personage as he is a free citizen of the Gynarchy and is therefore fully deserving of my slavish respect!
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| A fat master-sir strides confidently like a colossus towards me |
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| 'You're gonna kiss my feet, boy!' |
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| 'Yes, master sir. At once, fat master sir.' *In the gynarchy, the word 'fat' is seen as a compliment |
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| I admire the fat master-sir's wrinkled and creased socks as I kiss-respect his loafer shoes |
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| What a truly magnificent man! |
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| I hope his socks fully absorb his footsweat thereby keeping his manly feet clean and fresh inside his shoes? |
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| I study the fat master-sir's sock creases... |
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| ...as befits a lowly footslave serving his customer-master |
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| These are, after all, the socks of a real man... |
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| ...a man who looks down upon me... |
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| ...a man who is infinitely better than me! |
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| The man is joined by a young woman standing patiently in line behind him |
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| 'Stop staring at my socks, boy! Look only at my shoes!' |
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| I obey the master-sir... |
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| ...and endeavour not to look up at his calf-length socks |
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| I know I shall also be forbidden to look at my awaiting female customer above the socks when it comes her turn to have her sneakers kiss-respected |
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| My humbling view of my betters' shoes and socks - a view fit for a footslave! |
















