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I invited him over after the gym. Just drinks. Just the fire. Just a little tension in the air. He thought it was flirting. What he didn’t expect was me driving my perfect feet in his face, grinding my soles into his worthless balls and tugging at his shaft with my soles while directing he release for my feet. The warmth of the fire wasn’t the only thing making him sweat. I guided him into the right headspace, made him focus, made him crave, get into a collar, remove his clothes. I watched him become focus and desperate to please. It all proved to be too much for him. The toes squeezing his throbbing cock, the cock slapping, the ball pressure, ordering he release for my divine feet. It all proved he was too weak and ruined. So, what does he get? Locked in Chastity! He will remain that way until I decide he has earned another chance