You are right there where your place is: beneath my feet. At first, I'm ignoring you while I'm texting and talking to my friend on the phone. You can see that I know you are down there because I mentioned it to my interlocutor. You can hear that I'm saying what a pathetic loser you are and that you are happy to be beneath my feet. The highlight of your day is when you can serve me as a footstool. You are looking up at me, and my dirty boots are at the forefront. When I'm over with my conversation I turn to you and demand that you clean them. You can't wait for me to take my boots off so tha...

You are right there where your place is: beneath my feet. At first, I'm ignoring you while I'm texting and talking to my friend on the phone. You can see that I know you are down there because I mentioned it to my interlocutor. You can hear that I'm saying what a pathetic loser you are and that you are happy to be beneath my feet. The highlight of your day is when you can serve me as a footstool. You are looking up at me, and my dirty boots are at the forefront. When I'm over with my conversation I turn to you and demand that you clean them. You can't wait for me to take my boots off so that you can inhale the smell of my sweaty socks. I see that. When I finally take off my socks too, I'll drop one at the time right into your mouth.