Isn’t that nice. The soles of my feet pressed firmly against your face. This is your proper, natural place. To be below my feet. To worship them as you worship the ground I walk on. The entirety of your existence depends on pleasing my perfect feet. Your Goddess deserves nothing less than your complete devotion. You live to be my doormat don’t you? You crave subjugation. The reason you breath is the hope that you will be able to properly worship my feet and have me take notice of you. Your Goddess’s feet only allow the tongues, of the most submissive creatures, to touch them. The lucky ones... Show more