Keep staring at my perfect feet slave. Let them become your reason to live.
Good boy. Train your instincts to pursue every grain of dust on them.
Envision my feet. Perfect, majestic, divine. Would you want them to be soiled by a granule of grime
Uphold your duty with religious care. Prove you have it in you, and I’ll let you lick my feet. Ensuring they’re clean will be your sole purpose in life. You’ll be living on my toe jam henceforth.
Katze
2022-01-14 22:57:34 +0000 UTC