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There’s nothing you can do to protect yourself from me. You willingly give yourself to me, devote every penny you earn to me. You only earn money just so you can pay me. My lowly slave knows their place in my world, groveling at my feet and paying his tribute to worship and glorify his divine Goddess. All I have to do is act like my regular, normal, cruel self, and you pathetic losers just keep sending my thousands and thousands of dollars. I’m a master of using your weaknesses against you, firmly clutching your fetishes with complete control over your desires. The sound of my high heels popping off my foot is like a trigger setting off the ticking bomb in your cum filled balls.All you have to do is pay me, and you’ll get to relish in the spoils of worshipping my luxurious pantyhose feet.

I overheard my husband talking to his friends about our sex life, bragging about “how good in bed” I am and that “he gets to fuck me whenever he wants.” That’s private! He shouldn’t be telling all your stupid friends about our sex life. I felt so silly when he man-splained to me that it was just “guy talk.” It doesn’t mean anything, they were just showing off and trying to act like they get so much sex. Seemed pretty innocent especially when my husband confessed that sex isn’t that important to him, and he was just trying to be one of the guys. So to make up for my foolish judgments, I came up with a special arrangement where I only do the things he loves most for an entire month. You know, things like talking, cuddling, and spending time together. No sex at all. Too bad I have a grad research do on foot fetishism. I would’ve loved to have used you as a test subject since I thought you love my perfect feet so much. Too bad you just don’t like sex enough to benefit from having access to these beautiful feet…

The only reason I allow you in my cabana is just so you can worship my tired feet and dirty flip flops. I’ve been walking around on the beach all day, getting them nice and sweaty for a good foot licking. The hot sand wearing down the rubber until the bottoms are as smooth as the soles of my feet. These flip flops have actually walked all over the world, so you could be licking up all kinds of culture that I’ve stomped all over. Just imagine how much foot sweat and grime that has soaked into my flip flops from all my travels. The dirty toe prints are begging to be licked clean. You’ll have top buy me new pair once you’re done, I can’t possibly wear those on my pretty feet once they’re covered in slobber.

I spent a long day walking around in my dirty old sandals, which are perfect for showing off my pretty pink pedicure. I know how anxious you are to kiss the tops of my feet. I’ve had these sandals for years, and my filthy soles are proof of that. They are practically falling apart and barely dangling off my sweaty feet. What a delicious treat for a hungry foot boy. I know you want to taste that marinated instep of my sandals. I can’t believe how smelly they make my feet, caking them in years of grime and salty brine. I can see your eyes watering as you worship my feet. I wonder if those are tears of joy or from the powerful funk of spending so long underneath my feet. Lucky you, now that my dirty sandals are destroyed, I’ll just wear your mouth to suck up all the sweat from these hot summer days.