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I was just laying there, relaxing, when I caught you creeping in— perving on my dirty feet like some obsessed little freak. You thought I wouldn’t notice you lurking? Please. You were practically drooling, totally fixated on my soles like some desperate perv. And now that I’ve caught you, I’m going to make sure you regret it—but also beg for more. You don’t get to look at my feet without permission. So now, you’re going to worship them—dirt, sweat, and all—while I humiliate you for exactly what you are: a filthy little foot-addicted loser. I shove them in your face and make you lick every inch, and the entire time, I’m mocking you for being so weak, so easy to break, so obsessed. And just when you think it can’t get worse? I take off my anklet—worn, soaked in my scent—and make you swallow it. No protest. No way out. You’re owned now, and you know it. This isn’t just punishment—it’s your place. Right at my feet, humiliated, degraded, and completely controlled.