Her Gynarchy Right

On a sunny day, a smart and intelligent young woman wearing a blue and pink floral dress, loafers and socks, and a sunny disposition has me kiss-respect her SHOES, as is her perfect Gynarchy right!

She practically lunges towards me, full of the joys of Spring!

She stops to look down on me, and momentarily pity me...

...before arrogantly presenting her right shoe-toe to my menial, municipal mouth!

She then watches, semi-incredulously, as I lower my lips onto her shoeleather...

...and kiss-respect her loafer shoe-toe...

...beneath her SOCK!

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating for me!

Her SOCK is CREASED!

She deftly switches her loafered feet in front of my face

I am now confronted by another CREASED SOCK!

I contemplate my lowliness and impotence in the face of these female LOAFERS and SOCKS!

The LOAFERS and SOCKS of my BETTER!

The hem of her summer dress brushes against mt feckless, feetkissing forehead...

...as the wearer of the LOAFERS and SOCKS looks down upon me and laughs at me!

She then turns her pretty back on me to laughingly leave...

...still full of the joys of Spring!

Her SOCKS!

I must continue to look at her SOCKS, due to my lowly position in life

I humbly and reverentially study the CREASES in the departing SOCKS...

...whilst not daring to look above the SOCKS...

...or to even think about my esteemed customer above the SOCKS!

I know I am fit only to study the BACKS of her SOCKS...

...and to ponder my lowliness!

Heck, I'm not even worthy to crawl behind these SOCKS to heel!

Instead, I must meekly await the SOCKS of my next customer-mistress or master!

Meanwhile, the young woman feels TRIUMPHANT!

And rightly so!

For she has just exercised her Gynarchy right to humble a public, municipal footservant!


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