Madame Ellen: Dine from the Floor, Devote Your Tongue to My Heels, and Return to Your Cell

For the span of 48 hours, I had a foot servant at my disposal. He was confined to a dimly lit chamber, unaware of when he would be summoned. Upon release, he was granted the privilege to consume a handful of nuts from the floor and clean the soles of my shoes with his tongue, all while I enjoyed my leisure time in front of the television.

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