While Lady Nora and I sit at the table and have a chat, the slave is allowed to lie at our feet. We clean our soles on his shirt as a doormat and because we haven't had enough fun with him yet, we get him out from under the table. We sit on him with our full body weight, jump around on him and occasionally give him our bare feet to sniff. We know how much he loves the scent of our feet. That way he can withstand our weight for longer... (Language: DE)