I may use you as My footstool and dig My heels into your back, or I may slip off My shoe and rest My perfectly pedicure foot on your face. Don’t even think of sticking that tongue out to lick My toes without first begging for permission. I do love trampling My foot boys; standing on your chest in My black patent boots brings an evil grin to My face. If you’re a good foot boy, I may allow you to remove my boots and worship My stocking feet, or you may have My sweaty socks in your face after I get back from jogging. I don’t keep all of My foot boys behind closed doors; you may find yourself at My feet in your office or in the shoe store when you take Me shopping.