After a sun-filled vacation, I’ve returned to find autumn’s chill in Italy. To ward off the cool weather, I’ve donned tights and boots. Beneath me, my slave is present, his small worm poking out of the cock box. I’ve missed teasing and crushing it, as that small object is my property, and he cannot use it without my consent. He confesses that he has behaved, and indeed, he becomes aroused by the mere touch of my sole. He could even ejaculate like this, but today is not his lucky day. Today, he will only know suffering.