Sit down darling, I want to have a talk with you. Don’t worry, I don’t have any ulterior motives. Just relax and listen to my words, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not my fault if you happen to slip into trance during our little chat. It’s not my fault if the sight and scent of my feet overwhelm that poor mind of yours. Well, since you’re already so susceptible to my scent, let’s work on programming you a little bit more. Let’s strengthen the association between my feet and your trance. Go ahead and jerk yourself off into oblivion while I deepen your hopeless devotion to my feet, reminding you over and over exactly who you belong to. This trance has no wakener. Instead, at the end, I slowly stifle you with the scent of my feet, and you drift off into a deep, deep rest. Try your best to cum before that happens.