‘Keep your stupid head low, dirty slave! You are not worthy to
look me in the eye!’
‘Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, mistress madam ma’am. I
look only at the ground you walk on, miss.’
The stranger is right. I am not fit to look her in the eye,
let alone in the eyelets of her sneakers. I’m just a lowly prisoner-slave in
the stocks, as a watching Gynarchy magistrate master-sir kindly reminds me
after the young woman has gone!
He crouches down in order to laugh at me and to mock me,
asking me how I had liked it, having a girl’s dirty shoe resting on top of my
humble, confined head? He then kindly points out that the top of my bald head
is covered in residual dirt from the sole of the girl’s shoe, and he mockingly asks
me what I think about that?
I humbly, and most respectfully, reply to the magistrate
master-sir that, for the likes of lowly me, it is an honour and a privilege to
have such a bright and intelligent young woman’s shoe dirt on top of my humble
head, sir, albeit an humbling and demeaning one, sir, begging his masterful
male pardon and forgiveness, sir?
He laughs out loud at me before he too turns and leaves me
to continue staring out of my wooden window at the dirty ground below – the ground
walked and stood on by my betters!
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| ‘Keep your stupid head low, dirty slave! You are not worthy to look me in the eye!’ |
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| The bright young woman speaks the truth. I am fit only to look at the ground she walks on! |
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| Thankfully, her right sneaker and sock help to keep my humble head in its rightful place! |
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| Meanwhile, behind her, a Gynarchy voyeur magistrate master-sir gleefully observes my humiliation... |
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| ...as the young woman both verbally and physically humiliates me! |
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| I feel truly humbled! |
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| And blessed, to be the subject of such a superb young woman's precious female attention! |
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| The magistrate master-sir doesn't envy me, though. He's a real man, not a slave! |
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| You wouldn't catch him in such an ignominious position! |
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| Only slaves like me must live amongst the dirt of other people's FEET and FOOTWEAR! |
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| The FEET and FOOTWEAR of their BETTERS! |
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| After the young woman has gone, the mighty magistrate master-sir crouches down in order to mercilessly mock me, in particular pointing out the residual shoedirt on top of my confined head. |
