I'm sat, relaxing, using My slave as a footstool for My sexy Louboutins. I'm going to ignore him and just treat him like the object I'm using him for. Instead slave, I'm going to tell you what a fucking loser you are, how desperately you wish this was you beneath My heels. How weak you are for My feet, as I let My slave massage My perfect feet. Tell you how you dream of Me instead of your ugly wife, how helpless you are at My feet. After My slave has massaged both feet I place them on his face, let him inhale their divine scent, making you wish it was you even more.