My footstool is ready in front of my sofa. I arrive with a white bodysuit and very sheer white stockings to enhance the contrast with the black leather of the sofa: a heavenly vision for this slave who only deserves to lick my shoes. His tongue is out and I start making him clean the soles of my black décolleté, I rub my shoes on him well until his tongue starts to turn black. He sucks my heels a little and when the shoes are clean I let him take them off: from now on his tongue will stay in place, he doesn't deserve to lick my feet, he'll just have to act as a footrest for me. I begin to read and ignore him as I slowly move my veiled feet on his face, he doesn't exist for me at least until I feel like coffee and I send him to prepare one.