You love it down there, beneath My itty bitty ankle socks. They're so low-rise, they hug so tightly to my soles. You're addicted to the way I tease you, My toes wiggling through the soft fabric.

When My gorgeous Converse lace up, you feel yourself weaken at the sight of it.

Have you been a good boy? Do you deserve to worship My sneakers and sweet feet? I know you want to impress Me.

I know you want to worship Me, I know you'd do anything for Me.