Lying at the foot of My bed, you are My flesh mat. From below, you gaze at My incredibly sexy soles as I scroll My smartphone and move them absentmindedly. Your upturned face is My favorite footrest, the perfect tool for maintaining My feet. When I place My divine soles on your face, you WILL have to smell them, kiss them, and lick them relentlessly, cleaning them without leaving even a speck of dust behind. When I get up, I want you to massage My soles with your lips while I stand on your face. You will breathe in the aphrodisiac scent of My perfect feet, you will feel My weight squeezing your soul, you will suffer, and you will be grateful for it all. Always remember, slave: your face is My floor.
