You’re nothing but My footstool bitch. I use you wherever and whenever I want… your tongue as My personal rag to lick My footwear and bare soles clean. your face and body as My piece of furniture to rest My superior feet on, no matter how uncomfortable it may be for you. It amuses Me when you’re begging for air as I smother your pathetic footstool face beneath My sweaty soles. Don’t you know by now – all you’re allowed to breathe and smell is My sacred foot scent! you exist for My divine feet alone. There is nothing more important than serving and pleasing Me beneath My superior soles, footbitch. you will learn to survive on only the sweat and dust on My feet. Even being slapped by My feet is an honour you will be ever grateful for, and keep begging for more! The feeling you get when you’re looking up to your Goddess as you’re far down beneath My feet is simply euphoric, better than any feeling in the world. It is where you belong, forever My footstool!
