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You couldn’t resist, could you? You never can. My feet are your altar, my voice your truth. This isn’t just worship, it’s conditioning. Deep, psychological, and utterly inescapable.
Every glance at my heels, every glimpse of my soles, pulls you deeper under my control. I’ll break down your resistance, command your devotion, and leave you desperate for more. My pleasure comes first, always.
You’ll tribute. You’ll worship. You’ll return again and again, because you don’t want to resist. You want to be mine.
Press play, worm. Your mind is already mine.
