Indulging in the alluring scent of feet is what arouses this slave, the potent aroma from a day of walking igniting his senses. His excitement isn’t merely mental, his manhood springs to attention, ready for my touch. I lie down, naked and in control, covering his face with my feet. With one hand, I pleasure him, his moans hushed, a soft sound against the jingling of my bracelets accompanying the rhythm of my hand’s descent on his excited member. I vary the pace, observing his reactions, my feet firmly in place on his face, continuing to pleasure him until his release. Only when I’m satisfied do I allow him to reach his climax, squeezing out every last drop of his essence.