Lying on the floor in a spandex cocoon, My shoe bitch is in the perfect position to be close to My patent leather designer shoes. he can watch them as I come close to him, anticipating the moment he will get to see them above his face. But for Me, all he is is just a carpet under My expensive high heel shoes. I might let him worship My shoes, but only on the red underside, or I can step on him, thrust the stiletto heels into one of his many sensitive spots: tongue, nipple, neck, genitals... My shoes aren't here for the pleasure of this shoe bitch, no; he is here to please Me.