Look at you, our pathetic spiraling foot stroking drone, utterly consumed by our mesmerizing feet. You're a worthless, mindless addict, and we revel in your humiliation. Night after night, you squirm and ache, pumping away like the desperate loser you are, never allowed the sweet release of orgasm. Your life is a never-ending cycle of gooning to our spiraling eyes and divine feet. You crave our humiliation, don't you? It's all you're good for. You will buy every foot clip we release, each one a new level of your degradation, each one a testament to your pitiful existence. You're nothing but a foot freak, a groveling, drooling mess at our feet. And it's not going to stop, oh no. You'll worship our feet, obsess over them, every curve, every arch, every wrinkle. You're trapped, a slave to our spirals, our voices, our feet. You can't escape the hold we have over you, nor do you want to. This is your life now, a foot-addicted, gooning drone, living only for our next command. We'll continue to degrade and humiliate you, pushing you further into your pathetic addiction. You're our property, our plaything, existing only to serve our cruel whims. Keep stroking, keep suffering, you'll never be free from our spiraling domination.