Scene starts with you looking down on me with your bare soles to the camera. You tell me that since I’ve been buying your old sneakers for years and worshipping them, you have graciously accepted me to be your live-in footslave. You laugh at the assumption that I would be allowed to serve your bare feet so soon. I have to prove my worth by taking care of your extensive trainer collection….with my tongue. You then proceed to severely verbally humiliate me at such a lowly but befitting role. You gave me the weekend to lick clean the entire collection and you are now going to assess my performance. You pick up the blue Adidas first and inspect them. You get angry as you find dirt on the soles, which should have been licked clean. You then pick up the pink & white Nike’s and do the same, pointing out the faults. Now extremely angry at my incompetence you pick up the white converse and proceed to put them on your feet. You tell me you don’t tolerate poor performance so you are going to teach me a lesson…..by stamping on my face. You proceed to stamp on my face (repeatedly towards the camera) while shouting obscenities at me. You stop at the end and laugh while telling me that my fucking ugly face has been improved now that you have left imprints from your converse on it. You finish by instructing me to start licking the soles of your converse clean. I better do a good job, as next time you just might not stop stamping.