Grovel before Me, footstool bitch. you kiss the ground I walk on, dreaming to kiss My divine feet you pamper and worship. your true purpose in life is as My personal footstool. Nothing but an object for Me to use for My feet, now get down beneath My soles as I decide which shoes I will wear with this leather dress. you admire My feet as I dangerously dangle My strappy stiletto. you long to smell and kiss My soles and toes. you are so fortunate to be used by Me. When I go out, you will carefully pack away all these new shoes in My closet and find a spot inside there for yourself - ... Show more