You crawl up to me like a dedicated foot slave that you are. I tell you that my dirty feet do not match my cute outfit. Letting you know that I have a surprise for you, I make you repeat some mantras. I show a collar that I got for you, it's a puppy collar. Grabbing, a lead I snap it to your collar to keep you close. Now that we are all set, I slip my high heels off and reveal my filthy feet. You complain that my feet are too dirty. I laugh and make you clean them anyways, threatening you with humiliation and public exposure.