You haven’t earned the right to worship my bare feet yet. I’ll let you look at them only for a few moments before explaining that you have to prove your loyalty and desperation by instead looking at my used, worn down, stained gym socks. They smell like my feet after a long time of wear and use. They’ll never come clean. And each hole is a reminder of the pressure my soles, toes and balls of my feet put into them. Jerk off while I show you my used up pairs and explain that if you want to ever earn worshipping my sexy feet, you have to earn it this way first. And you’re more than desperate enough to do it, aren’t you?
