She was towered above me like an ancient goddess. And she was as much arrogant and formidable. I was nothing for but a little slave whose work was to polish her tremendous shoes with my tongue. She had no need to scream on me, I was so scared that obeyed every her humiliating order. I licked her flats clean, then her sole that menacingly hanged above me. She promised to crush me if I wouldn't apply myself, but I did't trust her despite of all my fear. She just couldn't crash living person, couldn't she?