Every month you come back, wallet out and ready to stroke and spend to my feet. You pay for an overpriced foot clip to jerk of to, and I laugh at what an addicted, sad and sorry foot loser you are. I have molded you and trained you like a puppy, you obey my every demand, never talking back. You follow my every command down to the last detail, your life revolves around my feet and filling up my bank account. Enjoy your cum countdown, and spending every hard earned dollar on my feet.