Nothing beats the sweet aroma of freshly awoken feet. I'm sure my beautiful peds were sweating away all night as I rested, ready for the breathtakingly good time I had in store for my slave. The slave has his head zipped tight into a latex hood that is sizeable enough to accommodate my perfect feet and NOTHING else. With my feet pressed tightly onto his face, there is no room for oxygen - this slave has no choice but to breathe in the tantalising scent of my sweaty morning toes until his lungs are desperate for air!