My slave, you disappoint me. I have tried everything I can to train you to become my dutiful slave, but I feel like you do not take your servitude seriously. I see that look in your eye, and I know that deep down, you question me. I can't have that. What I desire is a mindless, obedient drone. Perfectly obeying my orders without any second thought. Without any thought at all, really. So, I've come up with a solution. It's not an easy one, but I will enjoy it regardless. My slave, I'm going to lobotomize you. Yes, it's an extreme measure, but I am an extreme woman. I want to scramble those brains until you're something of use to me. A pet. A zombie. Completely mine, mind body and soul. And I'm not going to perform the procedure in just any fashion, but boot worshiping fetish fashion. I'm going to use my stiletto heel to transform you. Of course, there's a great risk that you won't survive the lobotomy, and it might be just as well. Either way, I think it'll make an improvement.