I am dressed from tip to toe in leather, with My chattel tied on the floor in worm position. My chattel loves leather and boots and would like nothing more than to worship My footwear. I will allow him to do so, if he can catch them. he crawls and crawls, but, try as he might, he cannot reach My boots. I order him to stop and just be close to My boots, to realise how low he is and how great I am. Confused, he fails to follow My boots. I order him to keep following, and in his haste he ends up flipping over onto his back. This is the perfect position for him to look up at My greatness. Now, I think it is time to whip him, but he must kiss the ground that I walk on first.