Face Sitting Party Is Over, Do My Feet

Mistress Mercy Rage lounges atop her slave’s face, recounting her exhausting day—elliptical sessions, sun-soaked outings, and relentless domination. The slave, nearly forgotten, struggles for breath as she muses on her sweaty exploits. When she finally rises, he gasps for air, but relief is short-lived. Mercy reclines on the floor, propping her feet on the bench, and commands her slave to worship her sweat-glazed soles with devotion.