At a hidden farm in Germany My slave is at My mercy. With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide he must do whatever I say. he starts out being a foot stool for My cute little sandalled feet. My Ted Baker sandals will make such pretty marks on his skin, shall we see?

Taking break I sit on his face, sipping my drink and allowing him to catch his breath - not!

I know my slave is a foot lover but he will not be allowed to massage them, instead I will use them to leave My imprint on his skin. he will be feeling My feet for days to come as I jump on him, stamp on him, I trample him... Show more