Your life is in My hands, Your existence is controlled by Me and your training has only started.

That small cage is your house from now on. I don't need your body, I don't need your filthy hands to touch Me; I need only your cleaning device - your mouth and face.

I know how weak you are for My heels and feet; for My nylons a pantyhose; for My scent and for My sweat.

I get so aroused when I use your face and tough, and as more I get the more you suffer in that tight cage.

Learn how I want My feet worshiped