I was at the feet of Mistress Juliette. This is not an unusual position for me. I am her loyal subject. And today she has given me the task of rubbing her feet. My Mistress is smoking a cigarette. Her lips clinch tightly upon her cigarette holder as she draws a cloud of smoke. She blows the smoke in my face, smiles, and says, "Does this displease you, slave? Does this displease you when I blow smoke in your face?" I reply by simply saying 'no, Mistress!' Unless I am told otherwise, I am only allowed to speak these two phrases in the presence of my Mistress. I can say  yes Mistress. And I can say no Mistress. My Mistress says, "a true foot slave should be quiet and obedient at all times. Speaking in my presence must be kept to a minimum."  I continue rubbing the feet of my mistress. My Mistress Instructs me and guides me in the art of worshiping her feet. Somewhere along the way, I disappointed my Mistress. My Mistress does not like to be disappointed. She is not pleased with my servitude. My Mistress commands me to stop worshiping her feet. My Mistress tells me, "you are at my mercy, and I am not a merciful Mistress. Do you know what the is for bad slaves, for slaves that fuck up, for slaves that fail me, for slaves that cannot even properly worship my feet? Do you know what I am going to do to you, slave?" My Mistress pulls out handcuffs, a ball-gag, and a whip. This day is not going the way I intended.