
Runaway Foot Slave Returns
My runaway came crawling back! Look at you, foot puppy… lost, panicked, miserable without my control, and now kneeling exactly where you belong: at my feet.
I accept you back with a smile… but you'll rebuild my trust on my terms. I'll guide you through slow, worshipful foot worship, give you your first slave training tasks, and remind you what happens to puppies who run.
Then you'll stroke for me while staring at my feet… edging, aching, denied until I decide you've earned release.
You never have to run again… because you're mine. Forever.
