Misty’s reckless behaviour has left her feet absolutely filthy, and guess what? YOU are the one who’ll be cleaning them. No protests, no questions—your consent is as irrelevant as the tiny specks she crushed beneath her soles. Every smear of grime, every fleck of dirt, and every leftover stain is a stark reminder of your place beneath her.
She couldn’t care less about your feelings—only that her feet are left spotless. This isn’t a request; it’s your duty. Prove your worth, and perhaps you’ll earn the privilege of being noticed—or crushed—again.
Now, get on with it.