Gabriella and I are staying at a hotel and have just woken up. It’s time for breakfast, but two dominants like us require more than just coffee to start the day. Beneath our feet, a doormat awaits for today’s first domination session. Lying on the floor under our coffee table, at first he serves as a mere mat, but after we sip our coffee, we focus our attention on him. Our bare feet crush his face and throat, and we rub them roughly against his tongue. Four feet on one face is no easy feat, but we rub, squeeze, and nearly prevent him from breathing. We only stop to finish our coffee.