I arrive home, shocked to find you under my desk. I’ve no idea who you are, but you declare yourselves as one of my fans. You’re a loser addicted to my feet? You’ll have to be a lot more specific than that as there’s thousands of others in that category. I mean, I guess I could use this situation to my advantage, I could do with a foot massage right about now, so you can massage my feet whilst you jerk off to them. You’re really living the dream, aren’t you? Now strip off naked and start sniffing my toes. Oh, that cock’s really starting to grow now, huh? Start stroking for my feet now, foot bitch, sniff, stroke, kiss, lick and worship them like an obedient foot slut. My high arches, my soft wrinkly soles, you’re in absolute heaven right now. Seeing as you’re here and in such a weak and vulnerable horny state, I could do with a live-in foot slave. I fill you in, in detail, on what the duties will be like and what your living conditions will be like. A lifetime of slavery, enslaved to my feet, with no escape forever more. If you cum for my feet now, I’ll take it as a sign you’ve agreed to your role and have you sign the contract. So, foot bitch, would you like to cum and seal your fate? We both know the answer…