Tonight, I will be sharing a hotel room with my slave. He may think he’s in for a night of rest, but he couldn’t be more wrong. I have some emails to catch up on, and he will be serving as my doormat. I summon him over to my desk, where I command him to lie down at my feet and begin cleaning my shoes. I watch him carefully at first, ensuring he’s doing a thorough job, but soon grow bored and turn my attention to my work. Exhausted from wearing shoes, I remove them and place my veiled feet on his face, using him for my own convenience. On a whim, I decide to take a picture of him and send it to my friends, accompanied by the caption: “My feet on the face of this loser lying on the ground!” I call them over to show them the photo and we all share a hearty laugh.