Time to relax, I have sore feet because of the warm, tight boot, it made me feel bad. But that s what I have a slave for, he must be obedient to worship and massage my feet, while I humiliate him by mocking his fragile masculinity by observing the shadow of my pussy through the transparency of the dress. Here in this captivity he only has the duty to serve me, to worship, to massage and lick my feet and then to receive crumbs. My supremacy and feminine intelligence make me very hot with this useless human.
