Even in the Gynarchy’s deserts, there are public footslaves
dotted around who will kiss your hot and tired feet upon command!
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The citizens of the Gynarchy deserve to have their feet kissed in all environments |
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Hence, the authorities have placed public footslaves in every clime... |
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...even in the Gynarchy's interior deserts! |
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Dusty BOOTS must be kissed and SOCKS looked up to! |
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Just as slaves must be looked down upon! |
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It's exactly the same as in the cities... |
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,,,but, inevitably, with longer gaps in between customers for the lonely footslaves! |
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He must therefore make the most of the current foot company... |
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...before the desert BOOTS and SOCKS continue on their way |
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...oblivious to his loneliness and pining for more! |
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They will, quite happily, leave him feeling destitute and deserted... |
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...abandoned to the HEAT of the desert! |
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He takes one last, lingering look at the young woman's departing BOOTS and SOCKS... |
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...as it may be days before he encounters another pair! |
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Not that she gives a damn! |
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And nor should she. He's just a slave! |