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With just a glance at my feet, you already know who owns you. No words needed—yet even my simplest comments remind you of your place beneath me. The sound of my voice, the curve of my arch, the soft tease of my toes… all of it keeps you weak, helpless, and completely mine. You belong to me, utterly and completely, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Watch, obey, and surrender.