You thought you could get away... You thought you could delete your social media and forget about my perfect feet... You were WRONG
My feet control your mind. You know you'll never see a more perfect pair of wrinkled soles!
You're desperate to sniff, massage, and worship my feet again, but first you'll be punished with the bullwhip for trying to leave.
You'll need to spend a week proving your worth to me through money, gifts, and service.
After you've proven you are useful to me, I'll let you press your face against my feet and take a big whiff..