I know you’ve seen Me come in from My night out and start to get undressed… so I’d like to know why you’re standing there staring at My feet like a fucking idiot, instead of helping Me take off these towering heels and giving Me a foot rub like I deserve after walking in them all night. I think for you being so stupid and slow, you deserve to be punished; so now you’re going to have to clean them, with your tongue. I want every single inch absolutely spotless, I want every crystal and star to be shining like they were when I first opened the box, and I want every last ridge of the soles to be completely free of any dirt and grime. And then maybe, when you’re finished, and if I’m satisfied with your cleaning job, I’ll allow you to worship and touch My nylon covered feet and rub them. I know how much you love them, they make you so weak, and you’ll do what I say if you ever want to touch them again. Now open your fucking mouth, bitch.