I have been out partying and keeping you, my foot slave, locked up, waiting for my return. I am back and my feet are sore. I complain about how much they hurt while rubbing my feet with the high heels on. I slip off the high heels and show you the marks that they have left after hours of dancing and walking. My princess feet need pampering and I demand that you serve your purpose as my foot bitch. I demand that you massage my tired feet and clean them with your tongue. They are sweaty, dirty, filthy and sore, Jump on it, foot slave! You live for moments like these.