He's under my spell. Reclined and fetish-frozen, eyes following my every movement, his desperation keeping the room afloat. The act of allowing him to touch my feet is a gift, to which he proves his gratitude for, by thoroughly worshiping them. Do you have what it takes, to earn my feet? Try me.

Psst. If you're a slouch sock freak, there's plenty of foot close ups and foot stroking.