I commanded my slave boy to put my gladiator sandals on my exquisitely-veined and tendony feet. He had to lie on his belly under my table in order to do it, which added to his humiliation! The fool had trouble fastening the ankle strap on the right, which gave me great pleasure. When he finally got them just the way I wanted, he got his fat hands out of the way so you could see the way my gladiator sandals flattered my world-class peds. I'm sure you'll agree—as did my slave boy—that their thick leather straps provide a perfect contrast to the oh-so-delicate architecture of my sixty year-old fe... Show more