I have just returned from a stroll in the park with my trusty All Stars. I make my way to the kitchen, pour myself a glass of water, and beckon my slave to clean my shoes. This morning, it rained, leaving my soles dirty and muddy. It is his task to meticulously clean them with his tongue, his body, and his face. I step onto my doormat, again and again, on his back, abdomen, and face: a prolonged footstanding, as I rub the soles thoroughly over every part of his body until my shoes are spotless and immaculate once more.