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.
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.
