Your purpose in life is to worship my perfect feet. You exist to kneel at my feet, to show me devotion with every fiber of your being. You will kiss, lick and pamper my toes until they are absolutely perfect.
Look how pathetic you are working all day just to hand over your paycheck to a gothic goddess like me and making yourself useful (tiny bit) to relapse over my soft feet.
Don’t just tell me happy Valentine’s Day ! 🙄 I want you remembering this day for months to come, break your bank account to show how much you love my pretty feet beta boy ! 💋
