My sweet voice catches you off guard as you expect My wrath… you’re easily seduced by the swaying of My feet, as I wrinkle My soles and flex My toes teasingly. My voice echoes through your mind as you fall deeper into sub space, listening to how I taunt you with how divine My soles must taste… you have never craved the taste of feet more badly in your life… but you’re in for a rude awakening. As your finally given permission to worship My soles with your tongue, I begin to taunt you with what (your) Master and I just did.