I’ve bound the slave completely like a little package – and now he will serve me as a foot stool! After he has taken off my high heels, I put my feet on his hands – right in front of his nose – and order him to inhale the scent of my sweaty nylon feet deeply, while I’m concentrating on my phone call. A foot slave like him doesn’t deserve my attention anyway and should be happy to serve a true goddess as a piece of furniture. Later, I order him to also massage my tired feet, while I continue to ignore him … obviously, it’s not that easy with his hands bound, but he better tries his best or I’ll replace him with a more competent piece of furniture!

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