Get on your knees and obey. My feet are right in front of you—soft, warm, irresistible. I want you to inhale deeply, take in my scent, and keep your eyes locked on every wrinkle, every toe, every perfect inch. No touching until I say. You stroke only when I allow it. This is your ritual now: sniff, stare, stroke—again and again, like the good foot-obsessed boy you are