It is lunchtime, the slave is huddled under the desk in my study and I am hungry. In front of me is lunch, a sandwich for me and a hotdog for the slave. As I sip my Coke, I take his food and place it in the bowl. I slip off my Louboutins and crush the hotdog with my feet, enjoying myself, I smash it to a pulp and see the frankfurters end up between my fingers. I call the slave and, as I start to eat my sandwich, he starts to feed from my feet and then directly from the bowl. I am very relaxed and rest my legs on my head showing my plants. He eats slowly and enjoys every bite, besides feeding he also has to lick and clean the soles of my feet. The meal is almost over, the food on my fingers and soles has been completely removed. Now I place my paws on his head and push it into the bowl: he must finish all the food he has not yet eaten.
