When this slave claimed that she loved feet, Queen Yasmin wanted to put her claim to the test. Love of feet must be complete: to love feet and everything related to them, including smells, socks, dust, and used shoes. Selective and conditional love is not appealing to Yasmin, so she made her slave at the mercy of her white socks, with which she spent her day while the heat was indescribable. She drwned slave's face under their fragrant scent and made her breathing them. Isn't this love? To breathe something and make it your source of life? That's what happened, the slave under the foot was ...

When this slave claimed that she loved feet, Queen Yasmin wanted to put her claim to the test. Love of feet must be complete: to love feet and everything related to them, including smells, socks, dust, and used shoes. Selective and conditional love is not appealing to Yasmin, so she made her slave at the mercy of her white socks, with which she spent her day while the heat was indescribable. She drwned slave's face under their fragrant scent and made her breathing them. Isn't this love? To breathe something and make it your source of life? That's what happened, the slave under the foot was completely overwhelmed, and she finally understood the true meaning of sacrificing for love. After that day, the slave became a real foot bitch: her oxygen was in their scent, her facial cream was their sweat, and her dignity was in groveling under them.

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