Throw her shoes away

"Now that you're a foot ****," Dr. Crane said, "I don't think you need shoes."
"No, Master. I don't."
Dr. Doe gestured towards the window. "Why don't you get rid of them?"
**** Summer gathered up her shoes. "Socks too, master?"
"Yes, good thinking."
Summer Glau carried her possessions to the window, opened it up, and jettisoned them out of the second story. She closed it behind. "Your **** will always go barefoot for you, master." Then, of her own accord, she knelt on the couch, facing away from her master, and posed her feet for him. Such a dedicated and thoughtful ****. He would have to reward her.