Tell me how it feels being a pathetic foot bitch, coerced before my feet. Coerced to take a sniff of my stinky sock. Go ahead foot bitch, this is your permission to take a sniff of my disgusting worn workout sock and tell me just how much it turns you on. Tell me how my feet own you. And how my feet control you. You’re nothing more than a hopeless foot bitch destined to serve my feet for eternity.

Look at these worn socks, the fabric worn through and look at you down there salivating. Desperate to worship perfection. Take another sniff and thank me for giving you purpose.

MMmmm boy do I have a treat for you. Mesmerized as I peel my sweat soaked socks off my plump moist feet. So delicious, so perfect. Such a foot boy treat. And I wouldn’t want to miss a drop of sweat so I take my socks and I use them to clear out in between each toe. All my sweat for my footboy because he deserves it all.

Wow, what a fucking moron. I can’t believe you voted for Trump. Fucks like you shouldn’t even be allowed to reproduce. Which is why I’m going to give you a JOI cum countdown to my dirty feet and waste your sperm. You don’t deserve pussy, all you deserve is the filth and dirt off the bottom of my feet. Lap it up, stroke it off, and cum on command.

You guessed it, this was a custom clip request.

These slippers were the best. Super warm and so well insulated to incubate all the most perfect foot scents and smells. But it’s time to re-home them and I know just the footboy for the job. With just one whiff of these slippers, footboy goes crazy. One whiff makes you beg to fall lower and be entertaining and more useful to me. But before I show you my prefect feet I want to tease you with your other weakness: my ass.

Imagine kneeling before my ass and running your tongue up and down my wrinkled soles… and then all the way up to my ass, giving it a kiss. But let’s not get too carried away now. Let’s get back to my stink, sweaty slippers. I want you to be the proud new owner of my slippers. When you give them a little sniff they give you a big throb and you drift away into foot bitch heaven. Face it, you need me.

My feet are perfection and you pray to your foot god.

First I give them a nice little shaving to get off all the old skin… which I then of course allow you to purchase to add to your alter of me. I am your one true god and you bow down and pray before me, at my mercy. I pamper my feet and you worship from afar, always serving pure perfection.