Madame Marissa woke up this morning, and decided to call the day, "national humiliation day", and she had just the right punishment to inflict on her houseboy slave. She drove him to rural area, and made him get down on the ground and watch as she dropped her chewing gum into the dirt and crush it under her sneaker sole. She then sits back in her van and orders him to eat it off the bottom of her sneaker, and then lick the accumulated filth from her sneaker soles. While he is performing this lowly task, she has another piece of gum in her mouth to repeat the process all over again. Again, the gum is dropped in the dirt, and she steps all over it, standing full weight so the gum will work it's way into the tread of her sneakers. Again, he lovingly sucks the gum from her filthy sneaker soles, and cleans them with his filthy tongue all over again. She then drops another piece of gum onto the ground, crushing it into her shoe sole, but this time, the shoe cleaner is made to lie on the floor of the van, and remove the gum from her sneaker soles, swallowing it with all the filth. Just when he thinks he is done, she leans over and drops a chewed , spit covered piece of gum straight into his mouth. She has enjoyed her "National Day of humiliation" and her slave received a tasty treat, 3 filthy pieces of gum straight from her dirty shoe soles, and 1 nice spit covered piece straight into his disgusting mouth.
Feeding Madame Marissa's slave is time consuming, and annoying, so she turns it into a game for herself, but not so fun for the slave. Today she and a friend give him a tasty treat in the woods, Madame Marissa applies a mouthful of spit on 2 pieces of bread, drops it to the ground, and grinds it under her sneaker sole, into the filth for her slave to lap up with his disgusting tongue. She and her friend grind it even more, and spit on it again before they allow him to touch it with his tongue. Her friend steps on the back of his head with her converse sneaker, and presses his face into the slime, making him lap it up like a dog. They step on the pulped meal again, and make him lick the spit soaked bread from the tread of their filthy sneakers. He only existed today for their amusement, at their feet, like the loser slave he is.