Grovelling at Mistress Tess' feet, I suspect there's few things that you wouldn't take for Her, agree to and endure for Her enjoyment. Every time you please Her She permits you the honour of licking Her knee high leather boots as you look up at Her, as She sneers back at you. Laughing. Ridiculing. Mocking. You know that to Her you're just dirt on Her boot sole, accept your place and admire Her and Her boots from your rightful place.