You don't even deserve to be eye level when even speaking to me. You know your place, and if not, you'll learn. You will always be below me. Trailing along on your leash like a lost puppy on all fours. Following me as you're ready to do any task I ask of you. Cleaning my latex boots, being my footrest, and worshipping my feet comes with the job of serving me. It's your place in life, accept it. You kneel to the ground I walk on, eagerly and willingly worshipping at my thigh-high leather boots. Nobody can pull these off like a hot superior woman!