Domina Blaize reigns supreme on her throne, draped in a shimmering blue PVC dress that clings to her curves like a second skin. Below her, a groveling slave lies pinned on his back, his head **locked** inside a facesitting box – breath ragged and eyes desperate. With icy amusement, Domina dangles her stiletto-clad foot above his face, probing his craving for foot worship. *"Beg to taste my soles, worm,"* she demands, watching his muffled whimpers. When he submits, she grinds her bare heel against his tongue, laughing as he frantically licks every crevice. The slave’s trembling desperation reaches a fever pitch when Domina commands him to clean her heels with his tongue, mocking his pathetic obedience. Will he break? Or become her eternal footstool?
