Blayne looked so vulnerable after I captured him and bound him to a chair and ottoman. Needless to say, he didn't like his situation much. All I wanted to do was worship his sexy size 9 feet and Blayne ended up loving it. In a love/hate sort of way, anyway. He couldn't move, nor could he protest due to a gag placed over his mouth. So all the worship I paid to his socked and bare feet drove him insane. Which is what I expected, of course. I certainly enjoyed myself even if Blayne didn't.