Seated on the sofa, I gaze at my cell phone, feeling a tad bored. To remedy this, I decide to call upon my slave, who is eagerly waiting to serve me. I command him to gaze upon them, to crave them, and I grant them to him in small doses… A few kisses to the enameled nails, a finger inserted between the foot and the shoe, followed by the tongue… The fetishist is driven to the brink of madness, a reaction I had been striving for. Thus, I order him to remove my shoes and smack them against his face. He is to inhale their scent, but not to lick them. He is to caress them, but without tasting them. The punishment continues, and he eventually begs me to allow him to savor their taste. Touched by his pleading, I concede. His tongue darts over my feet, hungrily. I even press them into his mouth until he is nearly gasping for air. Exhausted by his adoration, I eventually make him lie down and place my feet on his face, resuming the task I had left unfinished with my cell phone…