You love seeing, smelling, and stroking to my feet but you know you need permission to do so. When I finally grant it, I control you all the way through... stopping you, telling you when and how to stroke to my feet. You love just hearing the words... "feet" and "toes" excite you endlessly. They're the very slightest bit dirty- just a kiss- and you like it that way. Stroke for my feet and stroke for my toes. Can you last through the countdown? Good boy.