Free Female Spirit vs Enslaved Male

‘Clean them sneakers, slave! Make sure you tongue off, like, all the dirt an’ grime, an’ that?’

‘Yes, pretty mistress. At once, pretty mistress madam. I like your bright green hair, madam, begging your female pardon miss?’

‘Shut the f**k up, slave! One more word outta you an’ I’ll whip you red raw, ‘an that! Comprendez?’

She’s a free female spirit, and I am an enslaved male. I must obey her commands to the letter.

I duly shut up, and lick her shoe.

‘Clean them sneakers, slave! Make sure you tongue off, like, all the dirt an’ grime, an’ that?’

I obey the free-spirited, bright-green-haired girl's haughty commands, as an enslaved male must do by Law

Seeing my abject maleslave obedience and compliance with her will, she relaxes back in her seat

My tongue, meanwhile, gets to taste the dirt she has been walking in

Her sneaker tastes VILE, as you might expect!

But her SOCK looks pristine and clean...

...if a little CREASED!

This is perhaps the GREATEST PRIVILEGE of my job - being in such close proximity to my customers' SOCKS!

Especially when they are the SOCKS of a free-spirited young woman - a GODDESS of the Gynarchy!

I look up to her SOCK - literally - as I taste where she has been

Truly I am where an enslaved male belongs - down amongst the SHOES and SOCKS of a free-spirited young woman!

Another man - a FREE man - glances over admiringly at my customer as he walks past us...

...whilst I continue to humbly lickshine her SNEAKERS and admire her SOCKS!

How the MAN must DESPISE me - the SLAVE of a beautiful, green-haired girl's SHOES and SOCKS!


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