Sheena's chastity-bound toy, desperate for release, is presented to her for inspection. His eyes dart from her heels to her face, longing evident. "You want a taste, don't you, pet?" Sheena smirks, slowly unstrapping her sandals, revealing her petite, perfect feet. She presses her soles against his face, grinding his nose into her arch. "Beg," she commands, and he does, his muffled pleas for mercy turning into moans of ecstasy as she allows him to pleasure her feet.