You were a bad, bad slave to go worship that other woman. Now you're going to sit there while I pour all my old nail polishes all over your favorite heels so you can never, ever lick them again. Look at how it rolls down the heel, you'll never be able to gag on them again. You'll never be able to lick those pretty silver straps over my feet or cum on them again, you miserable traitor. This is the price for going behind my back. You'll be lucky if I ever take you back into my service.