My feet are perfect no matter the state but you have a secret soft spot for nibbling off all the skin and imperfections. This won’t last for long footboy. You’re paying for my pedicure next so I suggest you take this opportunity to be my dirty foot bitch. That you love being my foot bitch so much in fact, you don’t mind choking on the lint and the filth for the opportunity to nibble and clean. Throbbing and leaking for my feet and weak enough to do anything I tell you to.
Slippers, socks, pantyhose, foot dust, toe nails. How many goodies am I preparing for my foot bitch? So sexy and so humiliating. A sort of candid look at my feet.
Creamy silky wrinkles hidden underneath my worn out socks. My feet own you. They consume your thoughts and control your orgasms. Imagine my feet smashing my stinky socks down onto your face. Restraining my socks over your nose and mouth. You can do nothing other than smell my socks and taste my beautifully wrinkled feet. Smothered and covered, consumed by my feet and blessed with a foot cum countdown. Oh foot bitch! How lucky you are.
I love worn socks. They get my footboys going. So worn out, so holy. And I can’t be walking around in holy socks. And since my standards are too high to wear holy socks – as should any woman’s – I’m going to recycle them to you.
What price will foot bitch pay for such high quality second hand goods? Tell me how badly you need these socks. To be instructed to sniff and worship me is truly a foot boy’s fantasy cum true. Look at these beautiful feet and tell me all the reasons why you need to worship me.
Stroke to my wide soft soles and big juicy soles. Stare up at your dream, my good little foot bitch and count down with me.
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.
