You'd do anything, wouldnt you? Anything and everything for my perfect feet. You can't keep our eyes off of them. You would give up everything and anything to be underneath them. To worship them. To have my toes in your mouth, your tongue tracing against my wrinkles. When you look at them, my wiggling toes. My arches. You can't stop. There isn't anything, you wouldn't do for my feet. You surrendered to my soles, the first time you saw them. Completely spellbound, and unable to resist them. As time has passed, you've only grown weaker for my feet. Completely under their control.