Proving His Point

In a tough part of town, two equally tough citizens of the Gynarchy - one female, one male - enjoy using and mocking me respectively out on the mean streets late at night

A bright and intelligent young woman approaches me

She stops to gloat over my humble head for a few moments

Then, as she uses me to have her feet kiss-respected, a man appears and congratulates her on her humiliation of me

The woman casually smokes her cigarette whilst the man laughs out loud at me and asks me if I don't feel shame?

He laughs even louder when I humbly confirm that I do feel shame, master-sir, but that shame is fitting in a footslave sir?

As the woman then deftly switches her SNEAKERED FEET in front of my face, the man points at me calling me a slave

For my humble and mocked part, I continue to do what any slave must repeatedly do in the Gynarchy - I KISS FEET...

...the FEET of one of my BETTERS...

...for the amusement of my BETTERS...

...and so that they can glory over me!

Better to KISS FEET than be BEATEN to a pulp!

Down at my BETTERS FEET is where I belong...

...kissing whosoever's FEET are presented to me!

As the KISSED FEET walk off...

...the WATCHER'S FEET crouch down in front of my confined face...

...in order to mock me at even closer quarters than before!

'Haha, slave! You kiss broads' FEET, an' that! Hehe, what a dumbass loser!'

As the master-sir calls me a 'dumbass loser', I stare up admiringly at his superior SOCKS, thereby proving his point!


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