Comfortable, arent my shoes? And what soles. Theyre scary. My slave loves them. He approaches to lick them but I kick him hardly, pushing him away from me. He doesnt lose heart. He hands me the champagne glass, with the utmost humility. I deign to take it in my hand and savour it. Meanwhile I smoke a cigarette and throw the ash right there, where he has to lick it with his shitty tongue. When I get tired I crush the cigarette under my sole. He, ready, has to lick my sole and clean it. That is not enough: I spit out my saliva, which mixes with the ashes. And he licks that too. What an asshole, no? Then I leave. Hell clean up better. And woe if he doesnt do it perfectly.
