Under the table
While having breakfast I like to stretch out my legs to relax, but my slave is right in front of me and he gets the "gift" of my feet brushing against his cock, which is already aroused just by being in my presence. I’m wearing flip flops over my socks because it’s cold, but that doesn't matter to a foot freak; all that matters is being in the presence of my feet. I take off my flip flops, leaving just the sock but I know my slave well enough to know he’ll end up dirtying it with precum, so I decide to go completely barefoot, despite the chill. Luckily, his cock is so hard and hot that it warms my feet (another use for this slave). Then I put my flip flops back on, suddenly realizing something is wrong: a slave sitting in the same position as me? That’s completely wrong. I grab a sock and pull it over his cock. I don’t want my feet soiled by his disgusting precum. So I order him to get under the table. His breakfast is over; now, he’s going to clean my feet. Naturally, he obeys (a pathetic sight: with that sock still on his cock) and he stays there on the floor, worshipping my feet until I give further orders, while I use his cock (covered by my sock) as a footrest. A wonderful breakfast, all things considered.