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Slave wants what his Goddess wants. And you already know the answer, don't you? Back at my feet. Exactly where you keep ending up, even when you pretend you won't. Do yourself a favor: don't pretend you have a choice when it comes to me. The truth is, you don't want one. Where else would you ever crave to be? My presence alone is already stripping away whatever you call control, leaving you attentive, hungry and desperate to do what you're told. The task is simple: worship my feet. My heels. The way I decide. The way I like it. Even if it's tormenting. Especially if it's tormenting. Watch and you might just see what you were desperate for but felt too pathetic to admit