On My Knees at My Feet

You are a doormat, you only live to worship my boots. Get on your knees so that I crush you with my shoes, so that I crush you under my shoes. Crawl to the ground and lick. I treat you like the doormat that you are: your head on the floor and my shoes covering your face. If you are docile, you will be able to sniff the inside, smell my good smell of feet. You will have your face completely covered with my shoes, you can only smell the scent of my shoes. And you will be grateful for it.