I know how much you want to worship my sneakers. I can see you drooling over them already. Your wet tongue just begging to lick the soles of my dirty shoes, then be allow to take them off and smell my sweaty socked feet. Well, what have you done to deserve that? Do you think you're just going to beg me to fulfill your little fetishes and I'm going to oblige? Absolutely not. You see, if I'm going to give you something so valuable as worshipping my amazing feet, you're going to have to pay a toll.

What's that going to be? Well, do you see these spikes on my sneakers? Yes, t...

I know how much you want to worship my sneakers. I can see you drooling over them already. Your wet tongue just begging to lick the soles of my dirty shoes, then be allow to take them off and smell my sweaty socked feet. Well, what have you done to deserve that? Do you think you're just going to beg me to fulfill your little fetishes and I'm going to oblige? Absolutely not. You see, if I'm going to give you something so valuable as worshipping my amazing feet, you're going to have to pay a toll.

What's that going to be? Well, do you see these spikes on my sneakers? Yes, the shiny, pointy metal ones. They're not just there for show. I think, if you want to worship my amazing feet, you're going to have to take these spikes right where it hurts the most - in your vulnerable balls. You think it's going to hurt? Of course, that's the point. But really how much to you want to worship my feet? That's right, get those balls out and spread those legs. I think fifty kicks should do it. And don't forget, at the end of this painful challenge are my feet just waiting to be worshipped.

Getting to smell my feet is surely worth having your balls destroyed, isn't it?