Mistress and Master, my partner and I, exude dominance as we lounge on the sofa, dressed in black leather. Our eyes catch a slave in the room’s corner. We beckon him over, and the Master commands him to lavish attention on my black boots, sucking my heels with gratitude for the privilege. We remind him that the key to his chastity cage hangs around the Master’s neck, incentivizing obedience. Once the boots shine, the slave is made to directly lick my feet, his tongue welcomed between my toes. A devious idea enters my mind, and I whisper it to my partner. The Master seizes the slave’s neck, forcing his head against my foot, leaving him helpless and fully under our control. Once our footwear and feet are clean, we lose interest in the slave, leaving him at our feet, a mere table for our use.