You coudn't quit that fantasy of worshipping my feet. You couldn't help it to stop thinking of my wrinkled soles and heels. You perfectly know how much weak you are for them. You would do anything to stay under my desk quetly admiring the perfection and being greatful for this priviledge. Perhaps I would allow take a whiff of my heels or even gently kiss them. I know, I know that is too much. But could you handle such devotion? Could you handle being such an obedient and submissive foot worshipper? So desperately waiting for my permission to touch yourself or even to cum. I like it this way-having you on your knees in front of your Goddess with a total admiration in your eyes. Barely touching yourself in my presence. I'm holding your leash and I'm controlling your addiction. I'm being in charge of your devotion and you love it.