When I said I was kinky, is this what you had in mind? Your cock throbs against your pants long before my clothing starts to fall off, the dirty texts from nights before ruminating in your mind. It's not until your cock is out, Jasper is fully naked with her feet looming forward that it truly sinks in -- You won't be fucked or sucked by any body parts you find attractive. Tits, ass, pussy, hands, mouth -- Off limits. As fluids once occupied by your cock fight to return to your brain, plotting your escape; her voice seems to penetrate any rational thoughts that had begun to stir. "You have no desires, no needs. You exist for my feet now. They're your best orgasm, and your only orgasm. Soon you won't even be able to get hard without them... but why would you want to?" You're putty for her molding. Every time your rational fears flicker, her voice extinguishes and her feet distract. How does this feel that good is your last individualistic thought, and before you know it you're suffering her countdown and begging out loud to cum for her feet -- As she commends, when she commands.
