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I tower over my little toy, my voice soft but commanding as I remind him just how small and weak he really is compared to me. My massive feet stretch out before him, and I let him know his only purpose is to worship every inch of them. I’m gentle with my words, but there’s no mistaking the dominance behind them… he has no choice but to obey. I scoop him up in my hand, pressing his tiny body against my big soles, rubbing him all over until he’s completely covered in the scent and feel of my feet. I make him lick, kiss, and worship me just the way I want, keeping him close while I revel in the power I hold over him. Every command is firm, every moment a reminder that he exists for my pleasure.