You're not a real man, you're a foot slut. I know how emasculated and pathetic I make you feel, especially when I make you kneel and worship. You're so fucking weak for me and my perfect size 10.5 Goddess feet. Every shiny toe is a world you want to get lost in. The wrinkles of my soles treasure maps you long to explore. The arches rainbow bridges to endless pleasure. When I wiggle my toes you feel your heart lurch out of your chest. You aren't just any foot slut, you're head over heels in love with the perfection that is my feet. You wish you were man enough to please me, but you're just a lowly foot addict. A lifetime of worship will just have to do.