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 act like you don’t think about the taste of my toes hitting the back of your throat while I remind you what a little bitch you are. Now pay up pathetic little loser
