Feet Obsessed


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.

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