You’re going to do something for me, while you bear the title of being my foot slave, you’re bound to any instructions I may give you. Isn’t that right? Oh how you love to please me. Today, I have something a little different planned for you… My toe nails are currently unpainted, I was on my way to the salon when I changed my mind, upon seeing how dirty my feet are, I knew instantly that it was a job for you instead. A job for my dirty foot boy. You’d enjoy that though, wouldn’t you? The memory of how my sweaty soles taste still lingers on your tongue, you long for it once again. You can’t always enjoy your days work, where would be the fun in that?