You’re beneath me and you know it as much as I do. Walking on your body and letting my feet sink into you brings me intense joy: I start barefoot to warm you up, one foot at a time. I change the intensity of the weight I place upon your toes down body. You’re at my mercy, which makes me feel strong and reminds you of your weak nature. Each new position of stepping and weight distribution brings its own challenge and fun sounds from your lips. I’m having fun laughing and keeping you on your toes. To keep in interesting, I add some high heel boots to see how you can handle my weight in a more form point. It feels much more intense and I’m confident you’re learning exactly what it means to be completely and entirely grounded in existence. I decide there’s one more thing left to do, so using your face as a standing point serves as the most punctuated note of the day- you’re just an object for me to enjoy, walk all over, and to put at the lowest point of my body because even the bottoms of my feet are above your existence.