Being used and allowed to worship a Goddess is a slaves dream. A piece of furniture is all I expect of this male, but it squirms under My heels like a worm instead. I have things to do, calls to make - I cannot have a wriggling worm beneath My feet distracting Me. Perhaps some slaps of My crop and gloved hands to his ass as I prop My latex legs on its back will fix this footstool. It flinches and wails like such a little bitch. Oh yes, nothing like the possibility of an explosive release beneath My soles. I permit the footstool to hump its unworthy erection between My latex legs - so smooth... Show more