The slave plays the role of the thing. Today it is the floor under my feet. I'll stand on it for a while, I'll trample on it. My red boats haunt him. Maybe he'll get a reward and be able to kiss my shoes. The tea that I drink turned out to be vile, so all the spittles fly right into the mouth of the slave. And when I caught him sniffing my shoes without asking, I put on gloves and gave a series of slaps on his balls.