My Millionth Pair

My first customer of the day is a typical Gynarchy girl in her early to mid-twenties – dressed like a typical Gynarchy girl, and with the attitude of a typical Gynarchy girl. Moreover, her voice is appropriately young, confident and authoritative as she barks her feisty female orders down at me:

‘Kiss my feet, old slavey, and stare at my SOCKS!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.’

My voice is that of a typical, old Gynarchy slave – humble and fearful!

A typically-dressed Gynarchy girl in her early to mid-twenties walks confidently towards me

As her footsteps get ever nearer, I am gratified to see that she is wearing typical Gynarchy-girl foot attire...

...namely SNEAKERS!

‘Kiss my feet, old slavey, and stare at my SOCKS!’... ‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.’

Fortunately, both her trouser hems have ridden up enough for me to able to comply with her second stipulation...

...that of staring at her SOCKS! Not just looking at them, mind you...

...She has specifically ordered me to STARE at them!

And so I obediently do so. I stare at, and study, the lines of STITCHING in her WHITE, COTTON SOCK...

...whilst I am equally obediently kissing her FEET!

She says nothing, but when a Gynarchy girl says nothing...

 ...it normally means she is satisfied with your slave performance


Otherwise, she would SHOUT DOWN OBSCENITIES at you!

At least, that's in my humble experience of many years being a public footslave!

Yet another pair of Gynarchy-girl SNEAKERS and SOCKS turn their backs on me and nonchalantly walk away

Possibly my millionth pair!


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