The pointing and flexing of my toes makes you so weak. Weak in the knees and you just can't stand it. It beckons you down to bow before me. The supreme and sophisticated Goddess that you know I am! I flex my toes and chills run up your spine. I point them...defining the beautiful arch of my delicate feet and cock grows stiffer! I run my fingers along the dirt ridden soles after a long hot day in the sun and you body aches for more. Aches for me to pus you closer than your dirty little mind can stand it. Kneel before me and smell their magnificent scent, clean them foot boy. For you are owned.