*CUSTOM* You start out wearing a pair of those new socks, knowing how excited I am to see you in them. You're not surprised that I've come back to jerk my little penis to them, since you can tell I'm becoming more and more addicted to your feet. You know I'm dying to see them bare again too, but first you have to go over a few things with me. While you show off how delicious your feet are in those socks, wiggling your toes and showing off the shape, your arches, you remind me that you've seen my stubby little cock and found it to be inadequate and useless. You remind me what it looks like to you, what you think of it, as evidence that I'm not a real man and can only be your footboy, nothing else. And you'll never let me cum, because a little peepee like mine simply doesn't deserve to and shouldn't need to. But if I can handle all that, you'll slowly peel your socks off so I can stroke myself with my finger and thumb. At first you only reveal the tops of your feet and toes, talking to me about the duties of a sissybitch footboy like me. Finally, when you think I'm ready, you show me your soles -- and they're very dirty. Turns out you hadn't worn those socks for most of the day. And one thing I'll need to accept and get used to is the job of licking your perfect, filthy feet clean. You tell me I'm a good boy as I stroke my worthless little babydick without cumming, a slave to your dirty feet, a sissybitch who can only please a woman this way. Good girl. Lick, stroke and ache...