
Weak and Stupid for My Soles
My feet are capable of making you do anything I wish, which is everything you desire. That's why you're on your knees, yet again, waiting and hoping to taste them as I lounge about on this swing. I've been outside - barefoot, and it doesn't even matter because you're so very desperate to garner any access to these meaty soles because through them lies your connection to me.. Dirty as they may be, your mind goes blank and your mouth begins to salivate over its new purpose. You're so very powerless and wanting in their presence anyway. I'm going to put you to work while I relax and you go dumb over my soiled feet, worshipping every inch to bring each foot back to its pristine condition!
