Why would I make My slaves life comfortable. All that matters is My comfort, all that matters is what I want. I want a footstool and I want to make My slave suffer. I'm sat and I get My loser slave to sit in front of Me, I rest MY sexy, perfect feet straight on his face, so he can breathe in My divine foot scent. They've been sweating in My boots all day and I know he will be honoured to be under them. email and beg to serve if you want to be under My perfect feet.