My feet were made to control him, and I love to show off my irresistible feet, something he can never resist. I start off by trampling him, while still in my flip flops, to the extent that you can see the prints from my slippers all over his body, as I berate him and question his manhood. I top it off by sitting on his chest and planting my feet on his face, humiliating him and reminding him who runs his life.