I lie comfortably on my black leather sofa, clad in stockings, robe, and leopard-print heels. Naked and blindfolded, a slave lies at my feet, unsure of what is to come. His hands are tied to the legs of the sofa, leaving him helpless as I take control. I use his mouth to remove my heels, then allow him to kiss my feet, now covered with sheer black stockings.
But this tenderness is short-lived. My feet soon widen his mouth, and I push them down his throat, one at a time. He begs for mercy, pleading for me to release him, but I only push harder. As I hear him cough, I announce that a coup de grace is imminent…