Mocking Him In The Pillory
A great, young woman of the Gynarchy mocks a pathetic prisoner-slave in the pillory. All he can see is her shoes and socks, and all he can smell is her anchovy breath.
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| Mercilessly mocking him in the pillory |
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| All he can see from his 'wooden window' is her SHOES and SOCKS! |
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| Do you think he can even make out the individual STITCHES in her SOCKS? |
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| In her pretty eyes, he's pathetic... |
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| ...and worthy of her contempt |
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| Whereas he, the slave, has nothing but admiration for HER, her SHOES and her SOCKS! |
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| That's because her SHOES and SOCKS are worth more than him... |
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| ...being the SHOES and SOCKS of a Gynarchy goddess! |
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| Her SHOES and SOCKS are, therefore, his gods! |
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He yearns to (respectfully) kiss them!![]() But for now he must savour her female mockery... |
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| ...and the aroma of her anchovy breath |











