Imagine you're with me at the bar, lying there on the floor where you are supposed to be, at my feet admiring my smooth, muscular legs, my fragrant feet, and my shoes. My shoes can inflict joy and pain on you.
Those shoes are for you to clean with your tongue. Do you like it if I take them off?
Admire my feet. They need care and massage with the tongue. Walking in those shoes risks calluses. It's your job to take care of them. Lick them, soften them and massage them for me.

And stay at your place while I put my shoes back on.