I can see the unrelenting hunger in your gaze, your insatiable craving for feet.

I will make you inhale the pungent stench of my sweaty boots, to worship them with fervor before cleaning my nylon-clad feet with your saliva, each lick a form of submission and devotion.

And as I degrade you with cruel words, you will eagerly blow on my nylons until they are dry, desperate for my approval.

If you perform your task flawlessly, I may allow you the privilege of licking my divine soles, bringing yourself to climax between them as a final act of submission to my power ove...

I can see the unrelenting hunger in your gaze, your insatiable craving for feet.

I will make you inhale the pungent stench of my sweaty boots, to worship them with fervor before cleaning my nylon-clad feet with your saliva, each lick a form of submission and devotion.

And as I degrade you with cruel words, you will eagerly blow on my nylons until they are dry, desperate for my approval.

If you perform your task flawlessly, I may allow you the privilege of licking my divine soles, bringing yourself to climax between them as a final act of submission to my power over you.