Look at you, begging on the floor for the slightest crumbs of skin from my beautiful feet. I have a heavy-duty cheese-grater type of foot file, which shaves off the unwanted skin in large and swift particles. I show you very closely how my callus skin bits are pushed out and fall like snow. Look at each precious flake of Princess foot fall down on your face. Get ready to lick them all up, like a human vacuum and mop. I allow you to consume literal parts of my body, to keep and do with whatever you wish. Perhaps save some, for tomorrow's breakfast toast and juice. Don't leave a single speck of foot fleck. you're a freak, and you know it - you feel most at home on your knees, debasing yourself for me. Anything for my feet. Anything - you will lick the floor and open your mouth as more sole powder falls. It doesn't matter how sick of a freak I think you are - you embrace every word, command and action with your entire being. Anything for these feet. Posted for free on my socials