A man, my submissive, crawls towards me on all fours, holding my $1,700 rent money between his teeth, attached to a leash. I allow him to lick my boots as I count the money, only to find an additional $25. Upon inquiry, he refers to it as a “tip” for his “goddess,” which angers me further. I respond by kicking him around in my high-end Gianmarco Lorenzi shoes, forcing him to taste the soles and clean the floor – especially where I spit. Ironically, if he had only provided the exact rent amount, he would have avoided punishment.