This tiny man knows his place at My feet. Fearful for his life, he obeys My every word. The stiff sole of My boot against his weak body pushes him to his limits. He must clean them until I am satisfied. I will reward him with My sweaty stockings, flattening him to the ground with My strong, elegant feet. Even after all I put him through, I still plan on ending his pathetic, little life by crushing him with My boots.