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.
Add my socks to your collection. Pay any price. Break the bank if you have to. That’s how much these stinky cute but filthy socks of mine have got you hotter than you’ve ever imagined you’d be.
Sniff my moist sock. Taste my sweet sweat inside your mouth.
Stroking away stuffed full of my socks. Feet smothering your face. Could it get any better than this?
Back Story: To capture you I’ve discovered your foot fetish and with the help of evil scientists, devised a serum that would render you oblivious whenever exposed to the one thing you couldn’t resist: My feet. I’ve slipped you the serum, seduced you into worshipping your feet… you fade out, and I capture you. Basically, My feet are your Kryptonite now, even though you’re still wildly turned on by them.
You’re coming to and I explain to you how Ive caught you, how you’ll never escape this compound and tease/drain you with my feet. You become weaker and weaker as I coerce you to sniff my feet in your face. Finally you begin to drift off into oblivion as I shove a sock gag into your mouth, you hear me tell me henchmen to lock you back up.
I’m going to make this quick and easy for the both of us. I’m not happy with what I’m getting paid and I know you’re willing to pay me more. And you know how I know this? Let’s just say that it’s pretty obvious that you’ve been checking out my feet in the office. Which leads me to believe you’d do anything to get down on your knees and worship them.
Oh my, looks like we’ve got quite the sucker here. You love sucking so much, I bet you’d enjoy sucking cock too. I bet I could get everyone raises here in the office if I told them all they had to do was fuck you. And you’d like that.
You’re nothing more than a bitch to feet and a cock sucking wannabe faggot. Glad we’ve cleared that up. And you’ll never know if or when I decide to unleash your little weakness of letting the other employees know all they have to to is whip out their cock to get their raise too.
Here he is, rat assed Tipsy and ready to really get fucked up.
And would you look at that hopelessly pathetic little dick. I’m not even going to call it a dick, it’s a clitty where there’s a clitty there’s a mancunt.
But before we get started, here’s what I’m going to do with you. You will take a deep, long whiff of either my vile of poppers or my beautiful feet, depending upon my command. And when you’re more relaxed and loose, I’ve got a nice BBC to fill that cunt.
You bouncing away on my cock after opening your cunt with the poppers, sniffing my feet… Christ, how much further can I take this? I know, go on and smack yourself in the balls. Total destruction. And when I do finally allow you to spill your seed, you’re told to clean it all up by sucking it down.
