I don’t care what your religious affiliation is, you worship My feet now.

As a slave, you are beneath Me. Undeserving and inferior. It’s time fully embrace your subservient position and structure your sex life around My superior feet. My soft, size 6, red pedicured Princess feet. So holy and so powerful, they remain off limits to your mortal eyes. Thats right, CHURCH revolves ONLY around the worship of My stocking feet. Because if I were to show you My bare soles, your eyes would be scorched by the heat of a thousand suns. A mortal slave like yourself simply can not HANDLE this lev...

I don’t care what your religious affiliation is, you worship My feet now.

As a slave, you are beneath Me. Undeserving and inferior. It’s time fully embrace your subservient position and structure your sex life around My superior feet. My soft, size 6, red pedicured Princess feet. So holy and so powerful, they remain off limits to your mortal eyes. Thats right, CHURCH revolves ONLY around the worship of My stocking feet. Because if I were to show you My bare soles, your eyes would be scorched by the heat of a thousand suns. A mortal slave like yourself simply can not HANDLE this level of divinity. So you stroke and worship ONLY to My feet in stockings. No more pussy, no more sex. Just foot worship of your superior Diety’s feet.

Be honest with yourself: you are thrilled, tingling with excitement. This is what you’ve always wanted, what you’ve been searching for. It’s so simple, so straight forward. It feels just like home - just like HEAVEN, right here on your knees, looking up at My stockinged feet. Now, put your hands together in prayer.

Salvation is yours. But it’s fleeting, momentary - you must come back to church every single day in order to prevent damnation. Do you understand, lowly, mortal foot slave?