Picture it, loser - your feeble wife was on her hands and knees, desperate for a taste of My power. She groveled, lapping up My spit off the floor like the obedient loser she is. I told her to lick the floor until it sparkled before she could even touch My divine boots. The way she kissed them, moaning like a pathetic drone - it was a such degrading spectacle. I laughed at her desperate attempts, relishing her humiliation. She's nothing but a footstool, willing to degrade herself for a hint of My approval. I even had her begging Me to let her suck the sweat from My perfect feet after a day ... Show more