FetishLiza and I are seated together, our luxurious Louboutin heels on display. A slave, kneeling before us, is granted the privilege of kissing our shoes, a rare honor. His enthusiasm gets the better of him, resulting in laughter. He is permitted only to kiss and inhale the scent of our expensive leather shoes. I use the slave as a footrest, as he begins to lovingly clean FetishLiza’s heels with his tongue. He must meticulously clean her shoes before he can move on to mine. He eagerly takes my heels deep into his mouth, but his carelessness with his tongue soils our beautiful shoes. As a consequence, he must now go out and purchase new Louboutins for us.