You filthy excuse for a human being, nothing but a pathetic foot slave. The mere sight of you makes Mistress Odessa's skin crawl with disgust. If only you could serve a purpose in life, like being her doormat to clean her filthy feet on. But alas, even that seems beyond your capabilities. Her once prized boots have been reduced to scraps from years of walking without a proper foot sub to care for them. Will you be the one she's been waiting for, or will you continue to disappoint her day after day, leaving her with no choice but to use you as her personal foot rag?

You filthy excuse for a human being, nothing but a pathetic foot slave. The mere sight of you makes Mistress Odessa's skin crawl with disgust. If only you could serve a purpose in life, like being her doormat to clean her filthy feet on. But alas, even that seems beyond your capabilities. Her once prized boots have been reduced to scraps from years of walking without a proper foot sub to care for them. Will you be the one she's been waiting for, or will you continue to disappoint her day after day, leaving her with no choice but to use you as her personal foot rag?