The slave knocks on the door, holding two red roses. He presents them as a tribute to our beauty and a way to make amends for his past shortcomings. My friend Samantha and I glance at each other, acknowledging the beauty of the roses and the welcome gesture, but we insist that such a small offering is not enough to make amends and satisfy two Women like us. We use his own gift to strike him, and we deliver blows with the sandals we are wearing. We immediately order him to assume his natural position. He is our doormat, and always will be. We make ourselves comfortable with our feet on him, pressing our heels and cleaning our soles by rubbing them first on his t-shirt and then on his skin. We want to remind him of his place, subservient to us both mentally and physically, and the adoration of our shoes is a significant gesture. The poor guy, with these beautiful luxury sandals, enjoys the sight of our beautiful feet, but he cannot have them. Lick the soles, slave, suck the heels, before being dismissed with a swift kick!