Your purpose in life is to worship my perfect feet. You exist to kneel at my feet, to show me devotion with every fiber of your being. You will kiss, lick and pamper my toes until they are absolutely perfect.
Look how pathetic you are working all day just to hand over your paycheck to a gothic goddess like me and making yourself useful (tiny bit) to relapse over my soft feet.
Sundays are for worshipping. I want those knees red & wallet out for me today. When you think you sent enough.. send again. Then again. And again till you’re used up completely.
