your pov when i use you as a slave the whole day, you’re not allowed to look at my face, look down and stare hungrily at my socks and sneakers, eagerly waiting for us to get home so you can remove them, smell them, kiss them and finally lap up my sweat
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.
