I am your entire world, and right now, my feet are the center of it. Look at them—perfect, powerful, and completely out of your league. You’re not even worthy to breathe the same air they occupy, yet here you are, crawling, begging for the privilege of licking the dirt off them. Pathetic. Press your face closer, let the scent of my dominance flood your pathetic little brain. Go on, sniff them like the desperate, groveling worm you are. You can feel it, can’t you? That ache in your chest, the pounding in your head, your useless cock twitching at the humiliation of it all. My feet don’t need your attention—I’m doing this for me, to watch you debase yourself, to see the disgust and arousal fighting for control in your eyes. Now, open your mouth