You are on the floor where you belong, rubbing and squeezing my tired feet while I sit back and enjoy the attention. Every stroke of your hands is just proof that you exist to serve me. You think this is about making me feel good, but really it is about reminding you that your only purpose is to be beneath me. My toes, my arches, my soles, all of it deserves your full worship while you stay silent and devoted. Keep massaging loser, because I am never lifting a finger for you.
