Do you have a fetish for tights, heels and feet? Did you think you belonged on my level? No, of course not. But it seems logical. So you belong at my feet, contemplating them, adoring them, pampering them, licking them. To reclaim the the only thing you have a right to from me when I allow you to do so, my spit. And since you seem to understand your place and are obedient, I grant you a release. But not in any way. Then you’ll have to finish yourself off on the countdown I’ll set for you.
