Come here, white boy. Unlace my heels, slip them off, and start worshiping my feet. I want you to worship my feet by kissing them first, giving each toe the attention it deserves, sniffing and smelling my feet, memorizing the texture of my nylons against my flawless, size 6 feet. And when you’ve given each foot the respect it deserves, I want you to start sucking on them. Get my stockinged feet wet, and then open up wide. I want you to gag on my feet. I want you to feel my stockings and toes and soles and arches deep inside your dirty white man mouth. Open up, you know your place underneath me. You’re here to worship my feet.
