Seated on the sofa, the slave kneels at my feet, attentive to my every word. Recently, I carelessly kicked him in the groin with my shoes, their studs leaving a trail of blood. Frustrated that my slave cannot even protect my footwear, I command him to massage my feet, granting me a reprieve from the day’s events. Just as I start to unwind, I resume kicking his groin, pushing him to plead for mercy and submit completely to me. As he lays prostrate at my feet, I am pleased. My smile returns, knowing full well that his cock remains erect.