You didn’t even last a second… did you?
The moment you saw my feet, you were already weak, already desperate, already mine.
But you know the rules.
You don’t touch yourself unless I allow it.
And today… I decide everything.
I slowly break you down, reminding you exactly where you belong — beneath me, worshipping every inch of my perfect feet. The more I tease you, the weaker you get… the more you crave my approval.
You beg.
You obey.
You lose control.
I guide you step by step — slow at first, making you hold back, making you feel every second of frustration… until you’re completely overwhelmed, addicted to my voice, my dominance, my feet.
You don’t deserve more than this.
Just stroking… obeying… worshipping.
And when I finally push you over the edge…
you’ll drain exactly how I want.
Completely owned. Completely weak.
Just how I like you.
