You crave my feet. You can’t stop thinking about them. My feet consume your mind and control your cock.

Kneeling before me at the foot of my bed as I strip off my socks in a sexy little tease to reveal my plump soles and pink little toes. Irresistible creamy soft wrinkles, such a sweet tease for such a good foot boy.

You exist solely to be a good foot boy for me.

I allow you to stare, kiss, and worship. Admire my beautiful wrinkles. My feet are a true work of art.

And as much as I love you worshipping my feet… I know you love worshipping them more.

The foot bitch can’t get enough. He needs to worship what he craves. So the foot bitch is going to beg me to take complete control over him with my feet.

He kneels before and watches as I strip off my socks and shoes, my feet dominating his mind. Being owned by my feet means I make the rules for you. The foot bitch earns his keep.

The million dollar view, the view the old man can’t get out of his head. So moist, so gummy and I haven’t even given you the dripping sloppy view yet. Watch me slather them up. You can imagine yourself inside them old man, but we both know you couldn’t handle it. My wrinkled, oiled soled would absolutely be the end of you.

It’s seriously entertaining how easily it is to toy with you. You are so desperate for my shoes and I know it. So what if I only allowed you one shoe? You would then be put in a worshipping competition with another footboy. I’d pit you two star crossed lovers against one other for the title of “Best Shoe Cleaner.”

But could you really miss out on both my shoes?  Could you really let one of these gems go to another footboy? Aren’t YOU my number one?

I’ll have to charge you double for both of them but don’t worry though, I will keep the game going. I’ll let you compete with yourself. You’ll clean my shoes and send them back to me, a cycle we will continue until there is literally no shoe left to clean, so worn down and out. And then I will let you buy my anther pair to keep playing with my footboy’s devotion.