I am seated on my throne, about to call a friend I haven’t spoken to in ages, but I need something to rest my feet on. I summon my two slaves to serve as my doormats, but they are being particularly disobedient today. They talk to each other and even answer back when I give them orders. I must put an end to this. I allow them to remove my shoes and use my feet, sheathed in sheer tanned stockings, to cover their mouths. I begin my call, but despite my feet on their faces, they continue to interrupt with giggles and noises. That is enough. I take out black tape and seal their mouths, then move to another room to continue my call in peace.