My shackled chattel had to perform many chores during the first part of today. To test his ability to remember and follow orders exactly, I requested a glass of water to be brought Me at precisely 14:45. My boy obeyed the order, so he deserves a reward: he is allowed to kneel next to My couch, ritualistically remove My high-heel sandals and kiss and lick My toes and soles. To worship My feet is a dream anyway, but when it comes as a reward for good behavior - it is even more appreciated.