I see you looking at my pretty shoes, salivating at their tallness. I know you wish you were as tall as them, oh if only you were eight inches, but you are not. You are small and inferior and your purpose is to grovel and beg and maybe help keep my shoes clean. I certainly cannot be bothered with chores so your tiny weenie self can just get on your knees and lick them clean. That's right you can just stay down on your hands and knees and lick my pretty little heels spotless. They have some dirt on them or who knows what, make sure you eat it all up and I will let you wash the taste down with a nice big wad of my spit. And hurry along wont you? I have places to go and real men with at least heel sized penises to meet with.