You adore my feet. My pretty painted toes, my high arches, my sweet crinkled soles make you feel so very weak. You want to worship them. You want to dedicate yourself to my perfect pedis. Becoming my foot slave would be the best thing that ever happened to you. Of course, not just any boy is good enough to be my foot slave. You need to prove yourself to me. You need to show me complete and total submission. As a matter of fact, you'll need to sell me your soul... That's not too much to ask for, right?