I own you and my feet own you. So from now on when you want time with my feet you are going to have to ask them (my feet) for permission. Yeah, that's exactly what I said. You will crawl up to my pretty little peds and beg to take them on a lovely date with your worshipping fingers, mouths, and tongue. So in love with my wrinkled, wide size 9 soles. It's pathetic, humiliating, and so humbling all at once.