It’s not often I allow My puppets to see Me in such a casual setting, but you’re SO needy for My feet and I just can’t be bothered with you today. At the foot of My bed is where you get to be today, while I enjoy some quiet reading. My perfect feet are right in your face, weakening you effortlessly. As clouds pass by My window, light and shadow dance off of every perfect wrinkle of My soles. I curl My toes and rub My arches together as I grow absorbed in My book, leaving you begging that I may throw you a glance and have pity on how aroused you’ve become...