My slave Fiffy always tells me how much he loves my feet. So I thought to myself, why don't I give this pathetic loser a little treat?
He has to lie down on the floor in my cellar, while I sit on a chair above him and let him stare at my perfect feet for a few seconds.
But enough staring, I have some dry skin on my feet and what better place to dispose of it, than the mouth of a slave? Eat my foot dust, loser!