So you want to be my foot slave? You promise me Victoria's Secret gifts but show up empty handed. I wait to call you out until we reach the place for your first assignment. You have no idea where we are going. I take you to a nail salon that is full of patrons and tell the guy at the front that this pathetic slave will be attending to my toes. I sit in the pedicure chair and tell you to get down on your knees and remove my nail polish in front of everyone. You have no idea what you are doing and I am completely disgusted by you. I record as others look on. Finally, you figure it out and take a...

So you want to be my foot slave? You promise me Victoria's Secret gifts but show up empty handed. I wait to call you out until we reach the place for your first assignment. You have no idea where we are going. I take you to a nail salon that is full of patrons and tell the guy at the front that this pathetic slave will be attending to my toes. I sit in the pedicure chair and tell you to get down on your knees and remove my nail polish in front of everyone. You have no idea what you are doing and I am completely disgusted by you. I record as others look on. Finally, you figure it out and take all the old polish off. I ask how you think you did and I scold you for not presenting my gifts. Asking how you think you did, you actually think you are doing well! You kneel lower, struggling to put buckle the straps on my heels...knowing that this is the last chance you will ever be given to serve me!