Today, I am unquestionably barefoot, devoid of shoes and pantyhose, for a distinct purpose. I intend to force my feet down the throat of this slave, who lies before my throne, reduced to a doormat. I alternate between trampling and foot-gagging, relishing the sight of his struggle, his breath hitched as my foot plunges into his throat. When I withdraw my foot from his mouth, he finds no respite, as I swiftly punish him with stomps and face and abdomen trampling. By now, his mouth is agape, allowing me to insert not just my foot, but also my two big toes simultaneously, only to be followed by my entire foot, causing him to grow nauseous.