The unexpected invitation to dinner from a secretive beauty turned out to be my worst nightmare after the first glass of this dazing thinggy, as I find myself trapped and chained in a box, with only my face protruding through a hole in the carpeted outside. Soon you came walking along that carpeted floor and stop directly above me. You look down at me scornfully at frankly explain to me why I'm here. You have a successful business to run by producing femdom clips. But due to the lack of filming slaves for the more extreme, but bestselling clips, you sometimes need new "volunteers". As your newest "volunteer", it will be my task to help you film a long queue of clips plus at least double as much for future supply. My job is simple. I just lay here with some cameras around and lick any amount of mud or stuff from your boot-soles which sticks there. Not to forget to swallow down all this icky muck. And sometimes, I do nothing while you stand on my face with boots for quite a while. Should I refuse to lick muck from your soles, you will just film more face standing clips. But this time, you will shift weight to the heels to make it extra painful, especially when you wear stiletto boots. This way I will very soon learn to obey. You know this from many "volunteers" before me. Just like them, I will sign a slave contract in near future to prove that I asked to become your slave. How long I will be in this role will depend on filming progress and of course how the demand for new clips evolves. This plot will work with every outfit and boots and can have a lot of sequels. I wrote this with the "face box" in mind. Sequels could also involve a setting where I kneel chained to the box in front of it, while you sitting on an armchair on top of the box.