i once knew a girl who worked at Cold Stone and had the privilege of smelling Her feet fresh out of Her sneaks right when Her shift ended. Honestly i would do it all again in a heartbeat, only i would be caged if i did.

You're out at a bar. Someone offers to buy You a drink. Upon chatting with them You learn they're locked up; and they're very obviously into You. Do You offer them an opportunity to kneel and kiss, or smell, Your feet?

i am eager to be a Woman's locked slave, serving your feet pathetically hoping in vain to earn my freedom.

for Pride, I'm tempted to lock myself and wear my own key on my wrist and give it, for the weekend, to the first girl who is interested that I have a crush on.