Arriving home, the door boy stands at My attention. After I send him off to take My bag away he returns still standing. A hard shocking slap to the doorboys face gets him down to his knees before Me where I allow him to greet Me properly - by kissing My stilettos. I have a doormat in front of My door, but I much prefer using the servant's tongue as a rag to wipe the soles of My shoes on, I order him to lay on the floor as My human mat, and I use his mouth to clean My filthy shoes. I want them spotless and the servant has the honour of sucking My heel too. Then I turn the mat into My chair w... Show more