I commanded my slave boy to put my gladiator sandals on my exquisitely-veined and tendony feet. He had to lie on his belly under my table in order to do it, which added to his humiliation! The fool had trouble fastening the ankle strap on the right, which gave me great pleasure. When he finally got them just the way I wanted, he got his fat hands out of the way so you could see the way my gladiator sandals flattered my world-class peds. I'm sure you'll agree—as did my slave boy—that their thick leather straps provide a perfect contrast to the oh-so-delicate architecture of my sixty year-old fe...

I commanded my slave boy to put my gladiator sandals on my exquisitely-veined and tendony feet. He had to lie on his belly under my table in order to do it, which added to his humiliation! The fool had trouble fastening the ankle strap on the right, which gave me great pleasure. When he finally got them just the way I wanted, he got his fat hands out of the way so you could see the way my gladiator sandals flattered my world-class peds. I'm sure you'll agree—as did my slave boy—that their thick leather straps provide a perfect contrast to the oh-so-delicate architecture of my sixty year-old feet. Watch, spellbound, as I turn my feet this way and that so you can appreciate them from all angles. You will observe that my feet, like my legs, are very strong. An abrupt change of camera angle, and you're looking down at my feet. I have my legs crossed, and I'm kicking the once crossed over like girls do. You see it enter the frame and exit it, then back in, then out. You'll be mesmerized. Another camera angle change, and you're looking right at the toes of the foot I have crossed over. You see the space between my toes and the soft insole of my gladiator sandal as I gently wind that ankle around and wonder what it would be like to be there in that small place. The camera withdraws, and then comes in very close on the foot that's on the floor, and you see the shiny ends of my little piggies! If that isn't enough, I spread those toes wide again and again, rubbing their soft pads against the smooth insole. You'll love it, I promise. Then you're looking down at my feet as if you're standing right there. You stare as I cross, then uncross my legs, make the tendons on my insteps stand out, spread my toes and be adorable. Then the clip fades to black. You want more, don't you?