Locked Into My Feet
I know you really get off on my sexy size 8½ shoes. You love my feet, even when they're not really done. You fucking foot freak. You love my feet, even when they weird, and gross- that's how pathetic you are. I colored my toes like Harold with a blue crayon at the modern art museum- there's no need to stay inside the lines. But because they're MY FEET, you will love them, adore them, put them on a pedestal, lick them, worship them like the Venus I am. YOU'RE SO PATHETIC
I know you can't resist them, because feet is all you ever think about- you sick fuck. I guess you will do do anything for them. ANYTHING... empty your bank account. Lock yourself in chastity. Give up any semblance you once had of a semi-normal life. If you want to be my foot slave, and worship my feet like art, then you'd better get on your knees and beg. I've got a special plan in store for you. There's only one way you'll ever be a footslave. Prepare to give your life to me.