Gabriella and I engage in a conversation over cocktails, perched on bar stools. Our slaves kneel on the floor below us, eager to fulfill our desires. With a glance of agreement, we decide to assert our dominance through our feet. After a kiss to our boots, we promptly order them to remove our shoes, relishing the sensation of their faces beneath our feet. We begin with our socks, allowing them to lick and kiss every inch before revealing our bare feet. Our slaves soon find themselves with our feet firmly planted in their mouths, gagging and then out again as we rub our soles and heels on their tongues, playfully slapping them with kicks. We rise to leave, and they remain there, waiting in silence.