Relaxing on the couch, I massage lotion into my big BBW feet and toes and thick salves. Laying on the floor, looking up and me, I tease you, taunt you pointing my big toes at you, demanding you worship me as the Goddess I am. You cannot look away, you cannot rise from your place on my floor. You just stare in quiet awe and admiration, worshiping your Goddess, and dreaming of the day you can be the one to rub lotion on my feet.