You're on the ground in front of Me, bowing down. Trembling at My feet, desperately hoping for the chance to kiss and worship them. My feet make you so weak, especially when I slip into a pair of high heeled boots. Your heart is racing now, staring up at My feet in all their perfection. You need to worship. You need to stroke. It feels fucking incredible.

You're on the ground in front of Me, bowing down. Trembling at My feet, desperately hoping for the chance to kiss and worship them. My feet make you so weak, especially when I slip into a pair of high heeled boots. Your heart is racing now, staring up at My feet in all their perfection. You need to worship. You need to stroke. It feels fucking incredible.