The foot slave kneels expectantly before us! His task is to serve Kim Judge and me, Lady Nora, and to follow our orders. We wear sweaty socks in our sneakers, which the slave now gets to smell. He must first stick his nose into our shoes in order to get the concentrated load of sweaty foot cheese scent. Teasing him with our stinky socks is a lot of fun. We're not sure about him though... Is he just breathing to survive or does he like the smell of our feet?