I call you up and invite you over. “We need to talk,” I tease, but I promise you’ll enjoy it. You show up, clueless, and I get right to the point: I heard you have a foot fetish. That’s all I needed to know. Because from now on? You’re going to be my little foot bitch. The energy shifts, and fast. Sweet turns to savage. I prop my feet up and shove my sweaty soles in your face, telling you exactly what your new duties are. Worship. Obey. Stroke. I humiliate you, mock you, and give you JOI, making you jerk to my feet, moaning at how desperate and pathetic you are for them. And when I finally let you cum? All over my perfect soles? I smirk and look down at the mess. You think that was a reward? Oh no, loser, your job’s not done. Clean it up. With your tongue. Every drop. Own it. This is who you are now. My good little foot bitch.