You were born to be a slave. You've come a long way throughout your breakdown process. I no longer have to pull on your leash and you no longer break your promises. In fact, I don't have to do a thing and here you are...waiting for My feet. You wait all day to sniff My delicious scent and taste My perfect foot flavors. The urge is to worship My feet is with you all day and even while you're in bed. And once you hear the taps of My toes about to enter, you drop to your knees and crawl to My pantyhose feet. Nothing feels as good as this. Nothing feels as good as being a foot slave.