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I spot you on the floor and immediately begin to taunt you, teasing you with my feet. I slip you into my flip-flop and start dominating you, my soft soles meeting the sandal echoing around you. The moment you try to escape, I notice and with a simple curl of my toe, I pull you right back where you belong. I shift you toward the front of my flip-flop, pressing you down with my toes while continuing that steady, taunting motion. You keep trying to run, desperate for freedom, but it doesn't matter. I always catch you. Each time, you're dragged back, pressed beneath my toes or trapped under my soles, until you can't fight it anymore. Again and again, you make your attempts, and every time it ends the same way: punished, pinned, and completely under my control. By the end, I press you firmly against my sole, holding you there for the viewer to see. A perfect example of what happens to a disobedient footboy; stuck, helpless, and completely defeated.