Male Curfew

On the mean streets of the Gynarchy, there is a male curfew at night, ruthlessly enforced by the fabulous Female Police and their uniform boots, thus ensuring that the streets are safe for women. The only males allowed out are the public footslaves who must keep the Female Police Officers' boots nice and shiny (with their male tongues!)


 






































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