This summer I often go to the seaside and, when I look at my slippers, I smile thinking that the slave will clean them with his tongue and teeth. Today is cleaning day: the slave comes and works hard, scraping away the dirt under my flip flops with his tongue, without hesitation. His priority is to make me comfortable and spoil me, and he knows that his tongue is worth much less than my divine flip-flops.

This summer I often go to the seaside and, when I look at my slippers, I smile thinking that the slave will clean them with his tongue and teeth. Today is cleaning day: the slave comes and works hard, scraping away the dirt under my flip flops with his tongue, without hesitation. His priority is to make me comfortable and spoil me, and he knows that his tongue is worth much less than my divine flip-flops.