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50 to life all for failure to worship my feet correctly. That’s okay though, you have the rest of your life to figure out how to worship feet correctly… on the feet of other male inmates.

You’ll never touch the foot of another woman ever again. That is unless I decide you’ve redeemed yourself, if I feel all the practice you’ve done on the feet of other men is enough to release you on good foot bitch behavior.

Welcome to my office where nothing is off limits. Relax and make yourself comfortable. This session is completely about you. Open up and express yourself, nothing is taboo. All inhibitions are left at the door.

– Hold on a minute, my pantyhose are a bit itchy…

No need to be ashamed. We all need a release. No judgement from me.

– Ugh these hose are distracting me from you. Mind if I take them off?

Go on now, you have a fetish for stockings… legs… feet… heels. I have an idea. Why don’t you go ahead and sniff these hose. Hold then your nose and sniff as you continue to describe to me what’s going on in that head. Oh my heel too? Lick it.

Pull your hard dick out and remember this is a safe space. Good boy. Look at what I do to you. Admit it, you’re a foot bitch. You’re going to jerk to release and embrace this fetish.

My beta foot cucked pig is kneeling at my bare feet while I prepare to go out with my Alpha. I laugh at the fat pig for ever thinking he would be good enough to be with me. I mock my slave’s position at the foot of our bed, waiting to be spanked by the Bull.

You worship my feet while I describe how you will soon be worshipping OUR feet. You will watch me fuck the Bull and wait patiently for your reward- his cum you are ordered to suck off my feet. You’re only purpose is to pay for our pleasure, fluff his cock, and clean up his mess.

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.