I’m utterly exhausted, my feet sore and sweaty after an evening of dancing with friends. Thankfully, I have my devoted slave ready to serve me by washing and massaging my aching feet. He arrives on all fours, naked and already on the leash. He removes my shoes with haste, his tongue immediately caressing and worshipping my soles. This wretch even licks the inside of my shoes, his excitement palpable. I scold him as he nips my skin, pulling the leash to make him stick out his tongue for me to rub my feet on. Noticing his arousal, I tease him further by touching his erection with my foot, granting him permission to masturbate for my viewing pleasure. I command him to lean back against the chair, his neck now cradled between my legs as I wrap them around him. I take delight in watching him pleasure himself while his tongue continues to worship my feet. As he nears his climax, I begin a countdown, eager to control the exact moment of his release. The countdown ends, but his anxiety prevents him from finishing, so I resort to my most effective method with these helpless creatures: threatening to leave after ten seconds. He ejaculates like a fountain just six seconds later.