Master loves thinking of ways to humiliate me. Having worn a pair of detox foot pads to bed the previous night, he rests his padded feet on my face the next morning. He then takes them off, turns them upside down, and presses the blackened, sticky patches firmly against my face. Ignoring me the entire time, he relaxes and uses me a footrest for his smelly, stained feet – letting them detox and sweat all over me. He doesn’t say anything and keeps his feet relatively still, digging his toes into my cheek at one point. (When you’re a loser footrest, you take what Master’s feet dish out!) (11 m... Show more