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
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A bright and intelligent young woman approaches me
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She stops to gloat over my humble head for a few moments
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| Then, as she uses me to have her feet kiss-respected, a man appears and congratulates her on her humiliation of me |
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| The woman casually smokes her cigarette whilst the man laughs out loud at me and asks me if I don't feel shame? |
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| He laughs even louder when I humbly confirm that I do feel shame, master-sir, but that shame is fitting in a footslave sir? |
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| As the woman then deftly switches her SNEAKERED FEET in front of my face, the man points at me calling me a slave |
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| For my humble and mocked part, I continue to do what any slave must repeatedly do in the Gynarchy - I KISS FEET... |
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| ...the FEET of one of my BETTERS... |
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| ...for the amusement of my BETTERS... |
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| ...and so that they can glory over me! |
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| Better to KISS FEET than be BEATEN to a pulp! |
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| Down at my BETTERS FEET is where I belong... |
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| ...kissing whosoever's FEET are presented to me! |
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| As the KISSED FEET walk off... |
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| ...the WATCHER'S FEET crouch down in front of my confined face... |
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| ...in order to mock me at even closer quarters than before! |
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| 'Haha, slave! You kiss broads' FEET, an' that! Hehe, what a dumbass loser!' |
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| 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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