My chattel medor is at My boots, but he is not allowed to touch them. I want him to acknowledge how beautiful, exquisite, expensive My red leather boots are. I want him to realize that he is nothing more than a servant, who's status is an object that falls ways below the status of My elegant boots. medor is nothing more than unworthy dust under My soles. The soles are the only place an inferior creature like him is granted permission to touch, kiss or lick. As such an undeserving chattel, he will only be fed My ash and spit that he will clean from the treaded bottom of My precious leather f... Show more