You already know why you're here. You're obsessed. Addicted. Haunted by the image of my perfect feet. They’ve taken over your thoughts, invaded your dreams, and now they’re the only thing that makes you feel anything at all. This time, you don’t get to hide it. You don’t get to pretend it’s just a passing thought. You're going to feel it—deep, real, and raw. Every toe, every wrinkle, every slow movement will pull you further into that mindless craving. And when you finally think you're close, when you're aching for release… I take it away. Because you're not a person anymore. You're my little foot junkie. My puppet. Always desperate. Never satisfied. Good boys stroke for my feet. But that doesn't mean they get to cum.
