You were finally done with Findom! You finally kicked the habit! Until one night.... You realize that you're moving swiftly through the internet. You feel as if you are being summoned. As if you already know there's a higher purpose for you out there.

Then you stumble upon them.

My perfect feet with red pedicured toes.

The world around you goes silent and stands still.

You understand that this is where you are meant to be. You are meant to be a financial slave to my feet.