You just can't get enough, especially when I know your every trigger, using your weaknesses against you. Today is no different, and I know your one true - brain turned to goo- weakness: my perfect, soft soles. I wonder what you'd give for just a whiff of my sweaty, worn socks, or to have the chance to suck on my pretty toes.. You'd probably do whatever my feet asked of you, which is perfect because that's exactly what I want. I want you weak and pliable for feet. Only the best boys deserve to see my bare feet after all! And how does one become a good boy in my books? Why it's very simple; Send for my soles and you JUST might be rewarded.