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These slippers were the best. Super warm and so well insulated to incubate all the most perfect foot scents and smells. But it’s time to re-home them and I know just the footboy for the job. With just one whiff of these slippers, footboy goes crazy. One whiff makes you beg to fall lower and be entertaining and more useful to me. But before I show you my prefect feet I want to tease you with your other weakness: my ass.

Imagine kneeling before my ass and running your tongue up and down my wrinkled soles… and then all the way up to my ass, giving it a kiss. But let’s not get too carried away now. Let’s get back to my stink, sweaty slippers. I want you to be the proud new owner of my slippers. When you give them a little sniff they give you a big throb and you drift away into foot bitch heaven. Face it, you need me.

My feet are perfection and you pray to your foot god.

First I give them a nice little shaving to get off all the old skin… which I then of course allow you to purchase to add to your alter of me. I am your one true god and you bow down and pray before me, at my mercy. I pamper my feet and you worship from afar, always serving pure perfection.

God, my feet are so perfect… so perfect in fact that I am god. And you bow down before me and you worship my perfection. You pray to your god, down on your knees. Meggerz is my one true god. You worship your holy treat, my holy feet.

And you watch me cut my toenail treat to make your shrine out of to pray to.

Look at my filthy slippers and my beautiful feet. Growing your collection of my footwear to feel closer to me. You can sniff me, worship me, fantasize about me anytime. So here’s what you’re going to do. Take my slipper and take a nice, deep long whiff. Sniff me. Be my foot bitch.

Now take both slippers and put them into your face. Breathe me in and out as if my feet where really there and you had no other choice than to sniff my slippers. Tell me, how do I smell? And while you sniff me, stare at my meaty, wide, beautiful soles.

Sniff – Stare – Stroke

And the good footboy get’s his reward of my  cum countdown.

The foot boy is on his knees and eager to clean every last spec of dirt off my filthy feet. This isn’t about him jerking to my feet, it’s him being of service to me and cleaning me. I want to see my soles shine when he is done with them. Beg to clean my feet, I want to hear it. And you do realize this is something a little soap and water could fix but I am honoring you with the privilege of slowly and sensually sucking and licking each wrinkle, toe, and crevice clean.