Mistress Morrigan?s voice rings with authority, a voice not to be disobeyed, a voice well used to commanding slaves. Well I dont think you?re close enough to the floor for my liking, get yourself right down, so your eye to eye with my toes, Mistress Morrigan instructs him as she paces into the room. Now, eat my footwear, she smile as he impatiently obeys. She hammers him harshly with bullwhip and strap as he grovels down there at her feet, despairingly attempting to please her. Go on get lower, right down there into the cracks in the floor, where you belong, she sneers at him, grinding him down under her foot. Lots of spoken manhandle, spitting, beating and worship as he eagerly kisses her feet and shoes.
