You look at JoAnn and cower. JoAnn looks at you with contempt. "Kiss my shoes, foot bitch." You reluctantly obey, dropping on to all fours and kissing the toe of her white slip on sneakers. JoAnn looks down at you "What kind of man lets someone put him through this? You're not a man anymore. You're more like a dog. An obedient little dog."
You feel like she is right. You are not a man anymore. You keep kissing her shoes while she lights a cigarette. "No, you're lower than a dog. I would never do this to a dog." You wonder momentarily what she means. You find out quickly enough when she draws her foot back and kicks you square in the face. You fall back, seeing stars. JoAnn laughs. "Now nuzzle the shoe that kicked you like the affectionate little animal you are." You reluctantly get up and begin nuzzling JoAnn's dirty sneaker. It is beyond dehumanizing. Eventually JoAnn lifts her foot and steps down on your head. She begins to wipe her foot on the side of your face. "You're going to be useful. Even if you are lower than an animal. I just need to train you better." JoAnn takes another puff of her cigarette and blows the smoke down at you. "How should I start your training?" she asks rhetorically.
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