You're nothing but a pitiful, wretched loser groveling beneath me. Your pathetic eyes remain fixated on my sleek black patent leather heels, eagerly yearning for the moment I decide to remove them. You're desperate to inhale the scent of my feet, a thought that disgusts me given the half-hearted creature that you are. Without hesitation, I strip off my shoes and order you to sprawl out on the floor, right beneath my feet. You're an abysmal worm, and your excitement is palpable as you gaze upon my imposing, bare soles, hovering just inches from your unworthy nose. The struggle to contain you... Show more