your place is at the end of My divine feet as My personal footstool. On your knees. you eagerly anticipate My orders to crawl to My feet, worship and serve. you look so desperate as I ignore you, I don't even notice you down there. I would snap My fingers and you would crawl to My soles to serve. But not yet. First I will make you suffer for this high honor of worshiping My superior soles. your body is My object to use and trample and whip as I like. you would do anything to kiss My powerful feet! So suffer for the best reward - Suffer for My feet!
