Oh, my, what a pitiful sight you are, small man, lying there at my feet – where all men belong. I dangle my shoe tantalizingly above your insignificant face, commanding you to lavish your tongue upon its rubbery sole. And then, I grant you the honor of feeling my full weight upon you, as I crush you beneath my foot. Such a fitting end for a pathetic creature such as yourself. It’s no secret that you fetishists have a peculiar fascination with the rubbery bottoms of my well-worn Converse – so here’s an up-close and personal view, just for you!