Ahhhh, your special sanctuary: quietly worshiping at My feet. Before long, you're spending days on end getting lost in My soles, toes, arches, wrinkles, legs, thighs, and cute little ass.

This is a REAL ignore, except for periodic looks back over My shoulder to check My frame and give you a half of a second of a dirty look. If I'm talking to you, I am not ignoring you. That's the entire point: that endlessly close space between enticement and reward, never quite reaching either. I'm watching TV, wiggling My booty, crinkling and scrunching My feet, and each little movement goes stra...

Ahhhh, your special sanctuary: quietly worshiping at My feet. Before long, you're spending days on end getting lost in My soles, toes, arches, wrinkles, legs, thighs, and cute little ass.

This is a REAL ignore, except for periodic looks back over My shoulder to check My frame and give you a half of a second of a dirty look. If I'm talking to you, I am not ignoring you. That's the entire point: that endlessly close space between enticement and reward, never quite reaching either. I'm watching TV, wiggling My booty, crinkling and scrunching My feet, and each little movement goes straight to your cock - but you're a good boy. you keep your willy in your pants or inside your cage, and use all of your energy to focus on Me. your Goddess.