I am sitting comfortably in this armchair, with a relaxed and confident smile. The camera focuses on me from the waist up, and although my torso is the center of attention, my feet rest on the furniture, slightly visible, playing with the softness of the cushion. My voice is calm, but loaded with a playful touch, as I look into your eyes. 'Have you noticed how some people obsess over things that seem so... normal? Today I want to talk to you about something curious? ...my feet.' My tone is soft, almost insinuating, inviting you to discover more of what seems so simple, but which sometimes h...

I am sitting comfortably in this armchair, with a relaxed and confident smile. The camera focuses on me from the waist up, and although my torso is the center of attention, my feet rest on the furniture, slightly visible, playing with the softness of the cushion. My voice is calm, but loaded with a playful touch, as I look into your eyes. 'Have you noticed how some people obsess over things that seem so... normal? Today I want to talk to you about something curious? ...my feet.' My tone is soft, almost insinuating, inviting you to discover more of what seems so simple, but which sometimes has its own charm."

Love, I want you to look at me and see me as your goddess, MY FEET deserve to be worshiped! That every time you think of me you do it with that deep adoration, licking and caressing them, as if you were looking at something so perfect that you can't help but desire it. I want you to make me feel like the only one, the one who fills you up, you love it and you enjoy it. Because I want to be the one who occupies all your thoughts, your devotion... and, in the end, you adore me with every part of you.