The doormat of mine has been neglected, and it irks me greatly. It’s crucial that he remains in top shape for his Lady! But alas, he hasn’t, and for this, he shall feel the wrath of my heels with no mercy! I approach him with a feigned gentleness, showcasing my sandals without giving a reason for my retribution. I command him to kiss them in greeting and submission, before stepping on him. My heels immediately sink into the soft flesh. I revel in the act of crushing him, sinking deeper and deeper. I even leap upon him, and he wiggles like jelly. It’s all quite amusing! As I laugh, he complains. I can maintain my balance and stand, even without hands. Now, he’s covered in marks, begging for mercy. I leave without uttering a word, but hoping that he’s understood my grievance through my actions.