Dum dum arranges my collection of well-worn sneakers for him to lick on the floor below me, while I casually file my nails and barely pay attention. As an imbecile, I have to remind him to stop sniffing the foot odor and only lick: sides, tops, and bottoms (since he’s a loser, this is his favorite area!). I take pleasure in degrading him, asking what he thinks is the favorite part of the grime on the bottom of my shoes – is it the women’s restroom or the dog shit I stepped in? With a laugh, he chooses the dog shit.
As time passes, I command him to remove my foul-smelling sneakers and press his face into my room-clearing stinky socks, damp with foot sweat, and tell him to massage my sock soles with his face! I’m baffled by how foot beta losers like him can stand it – I could smell my own feet from the chair! Now remove my socks and worship my soft, smelly goddess soles while you go into a loser*****. By the way, I have a date later…so you’ll have to lick my black louboutin heels spotless.