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You’ve been enamored by filthy feet for so long that you no longer even consider the entire female form. Sure, you briefly wonder what My hands are covering up, but it’s nothing compared to the hold My nasty dirty feet have on you. You’re fine, you’re okay… as long as you can hold out the hope of one day worshiping them. One day feeling the dirt from My soles coat your tongue. Until then, you just watch and worship. Scene: living room, casual, bright neutral lighting Pace: Slow, casual, realistic Content: FemDom, Dirty feet, humiliation, worship encouragement, hand bra, denial