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You already know what you are… a weak foot freak craving every second of my control. Those boots… that PVC… the way I slowly take my time, letting you watch, letting you want. You can almost feel the heat, the scent, the tension building as I tease you without mercy. My feet are not for everyone. They’re for those who understand their place. You’ll watch closely. You’ll obey. You’ll crave every moment I decide to give you. And when the strapon comes into play… that’s when you realise exactly who’s in control. Stay right there. Don’t look away. You belong here.