I find you waiting on the floor, mouth wide open in the walkway of the room, coincidentally at the exact time I get home from work, dressed in my sexy blue suit. You try to play it down - "it was just a joke", "I dropped my pen" - but I'm too smart for you, and see right through your excuses. Very quickly, I have you exposed for the foot addicted faggot that you are.

Now, on the floor with my 6ft 4 frame towering over you, and with your foot addiction fully out in the open, I begin my relentless verbal mockery of you, tormenting you for being the pathetic, helpless excuse of a man i...

I find you waiting on the floor, mouth wide open in the walkway of the room, coincidentally at the exact time I get home from work, dressed in my sexy blue suit. You try to play it down - "it was just a joke", "I dropped my pen" - but I'm too smart for you, and see right through your excuses. Very quickly, I have you exposed for the foot addicted faggot that you are.

Now, on the floor with my 6ft 4 frame towering over you, and with your foot addiction fully out in the open, I begin my relentless verbal mockery of you, tormenting you for being the pathetic, helpless excuse of a man in front of me at the base of my feet on the floor, silently begging for my sexy soles.

With pure, masculine energy, I have you dominated in seconds, rubbing my smelly socked soles all over your face, mocking you further and further as you begin to get stiff. I stuff my smelly socked feet into your mouth, making you gag and splutter, each choke making you hornier and hornier.

Just when you think you're finally able to breath normal air, I remove my socks, revealing my smelly soles, drenched in sweat after a long, hard day of being locked up in my work shoes, and laugh as I order you to clean them with your tongue, using your mouth to devour every last scrap of scum and fluff, or risk me exposing you if you don't comply. Your humiliation at being reduced to less than a man in front of me brings joy to a long, stressful day at work.