You told yourself you wanted this, but now you're realizing something. You actually don't like feet. Too fucking bad. You're not leaving. Not until I say. You don't like feet? I don't care. You're going to learn to worship them. Not because it feels good. Because I told you to. Because that's what a foot slave does. Not what feels good. What I want. And you're going to obey. Even though you hate it.
