===SET UP=== my footguy has been AWOL for awhile. But now here you are.... i am sure you have been drooling over other soles. i am dressed in jeans and regular clothes - and my bare feet steal the show—soft, wiggly and pointed right at the camera. Jealousy and dominance blend into my performance as i reclaim you using my beautiful bare “FEETiES”, intense JOI hand gestures (fist pumping, up-and-down and side-to-side, slow-to-fast) to scold and reprogram you ===SAMPLE DIALOGUE=== “Well, well, look who’s crawled back—my little footguy! So where you been? Don’t play dumb with me, Mr. Foot Tickler Sole Stroker. Haven’t seen you in a while. bet you've been up to no good… jerking off to other ladies bare feet? I bet you’ve been sneaking around, stroking that foot addicted cock to strangers bare soles... Drooling over some random chick’s crusty toes. You no good dirty foot perv. I bet your cock’s covered in dirty footprints. How many pairs of sad, ordinary feet have you jerked to, huh? Ten? Twenty? Oh, don’t blush—you’re too far gone to lie to me, you tickle-obsessed sole perv. But here’s the thing —you always slink back to me. Why? Because those other chicks have boring, ordinary, nothing-special plain old feet. But I have FEETiES. You know it, I know it—these soft, wiggly little tootsies own you. Look at ‘em—go on, stare! See those toes curling just for you? You’re already twitching, aren’t you? Show me how much you love these FEETIES! Stroke that cock. Aww, you can’t handle this, can you? Look at my soles—smooth, perfect, buttery—and keep stroking. That’s it, stroke it just like this. So you’ve been wasting time tickling some bimbos ugly feet. Staring at some rando’s smelly toes. You let their sweaty soles tease you? Please. Did they make you throb like this?” “No, didn’t think so. Their feet are trash next to my FEETiES. You’re addicted to my sexy soles, and I’m the only one who can play you like a fiddle. Faster now—show me how much you missed this!” “You’re such a mess for me. But you were wasting your time watching some nobody’s gross soles while my FEETiES were waiting? Dumb move, footboy.... Let’s count you down—10… 9… oh, you’re sweating already… 8… 7… keep keep stroking, don’t you dare stop… 6… 5… my soles too much… 4… 3… faster, just like this—you’re mine, admit it!… 2… 1… and there it is! You’re done, footguy. Just like that, you're back where you belong, with me."