Look what's stuck on the soles of my favourite Valentino boots, slave. A big chunk of disgusting sheep dung. I can't stand the sight of this revolting muck on my precious boots and the smell is rank even from up here. I dread to think how putrid the smell must be down there at your position slave, let alone the sickening taste of this dung. But you must not only smell and taste this vile stuff but also shove down all of it! Why? Because I say so. Because it amuses me. Because I'm a Princess who deserves all the luxury and you are just my lowest slave who does not deserve to eat normal food....

Look what's stuck on the soles of my favourite Valentino boots, slave. A big chunk of disgusting sheep dung. I can't stand the sight of this revolting muck on my precious boots and the smell is rank even from up here. I dread to think how putrid the smell must be down there at your position slave, let alone the sickening taste of this dung. But you must not only smell and taste this vile stuff but also shove down all of it! Why? Because I say so. Because it amuses me. Because I'm a Princess who deserves all the luxury and you are just my lowest slave who does not deserve to eat normal food. Only wild for you to eat, my slave. Like a fly, like a maggot which you are! So look at your slave food on my boot soles, slave. And don't dare to tell me it's disgusting. It's yummy food for you, got that? And now - eat up, muck bucket!