The Italian mistress, a connoisseur of fetish, entices her slave with the scent of her socks, a heady mix of sweat and perfume. He's powerless to resist, drawn to her feet like a moth to a flame. She parades him around, his face inches from her soles, his breath hot on her skin. She orders him to lick, to kiss, to worship, her voice laced with authority. He complies, his humiliation mounting, yet his arousal evident. She tramples him, her heels digging into his flesh, marking him as her possession.