You foot bitches can't resist, can you? The sight of My beautiful feet, so dainty, so perfect. The moment you catch sight of My soft soles, you melt. You swoon. You grow so deliciously weak. My feet control you. We both know this. You'll always be a loser for My perfect, Goddess feet - and you feel so grateful for the chance to worship them. To have the honor of kneeling before them, adoring them up close. You're just My foot loser, My barefoot bitch. That's all you'll ever be