The leashed slave lies at my feet, completely at the mercy and defenseless. I’m going to play a game with him now. I will smother him with my feet and push him to his limits. I press my bare soles on his mouth and nose. He won’t be able to breathe and he’ll be begging for air. He has to obey my orders. He has to shut his mouth, even if I only pinch my nose with my feet. I will press my whole weight on his slave face. He will suffer, suffer for me, for his goddess, under her feet, under her divine feet!