My slave, today you will have a special meal, a meal cooked by Me in My special oven under My feet - in My old high heel shoes. I will cut a pita in 2 pieces the shape of My feet and use them as insoles for when I go downtown for some meetings. The weather is very hot, so when I come back a couple of hours later, the pita will be soaked with My sweat, imbued with the smell of My feet and of the old leather shows. Now that is a dish you would enjoy tremendously, wouldn't you? Wouldn't it be a dream come true to eat it off My feet immediately as I take it out of My shoes, still warm and very... Show more