Throttled By My Cruel Feet

Ive locked the slaves head in the smotherbox and trussed his arms - now hes entirely at my grace - or at my feets grace! I order him to smooch the feet of my ankle boots - then take them off and expose my moist nylon feet. I press my feet on his mouth and nose and throttle him under my feet. Helplessly as he is, its so easy to smother him and I love to see the panic in his eyes - and if hes allowed to breathe in between - hell only inhale the smell of my nylons! I also stand on the box in between to put even more pressure on his nose and mouth. He should be thankful to be allowed to see his beautiful mistress from this angle - even if it means that hes getting smothered!