My human doormat anticipates my arrival home, always lying in wait at the entrance. His purpose and pleasure are found in serving as my footrest and shoe-cleaner. After a satisfying walk, I return to find my doormat ready to service my needs. I step onto his back, using his tongue to clean my dirty shoes before placing them in the rack. I revel in the power of my trampling, crushing his flaccid body and hearing the jingling of coins falling from his pockets. What a pitiful creature, with nothing but loose change to his name… I also leap from a nearby wall, leaving my imprints on his flesh, knowing they will remain until my next visit.