Apparently you miserable little foot slaves can't live on foot dust, toenail clippings and the pure joy of me permitting you to be in my divine presence. Pathetic! You do not deserve me making you breakfast but seeing as you seem a little bit weak and zig-zag eyed I am going to give you a meal while still using it as the perfect opportunity to humiliate you further and remind you that I am to be obeyed, worshiped and honored in every, single, little, thing you do.

What's on the menu? Milk soaked dirty socks, my spit and foot flavored cereal. But you don't get to sit at my table and... Show more