What is it about my feet that instantly make you so weak and submissive? Let's get to the bottom of it while you kneel and worship. It's so simple, yet so powerful: my wrinkled soles, shiny pedicure, my soft supple skin. I rub them together, back and forth, my arches caressing one another. Then I tease you senseless, placing them on your face and ordering you to suck on all of my toes. And suddenly you're in foot sub heaven, fixated and eagerly massaging them. You obey and give praise to my perfect feet, by the end only craving them even more than before.

What is it about my feet that instantly make you so weak and submissive? Let's get to the bottom of it while you kneel and worship. It's so simple, yet so powerful: my wrinkled soles, shiny pedicure, my soft supple skin. I rub them together, back and forth, my arches caressing one another. Then I tease you senseless, placing them on your face and ordering you to suck on all of my toes. And suddenly you're in foot sub heaven, fixated and eagerly massaging them. You obey and give praise to my perfect feet, by the end only craving them even more than before.