How would it be to have the taste and smell of my feet stuck in your mind, unable to find their way out? Mind clouded, poisoned by the inebriating smell. Every useless thought shut down to focus on that one mental image only: my stinky feet. Even catching a glimpse of my divine soles leaves you thoughtless, yearning for more, unable to look away. Mindless. Yes, my feet and their mindfucking smell will mindfuck you, turn you into a mindless prey. How many prey did my feet make? How many lucky prey lost themselves to the addictive smell of my feet? You feel it too. The irresistible pull. It doesn't matter if it's a spell or a curse, you want to feel bound to me. You want to feel mind-controlled by them. Begin worshiping them as I'm wearing my socks. I'm a woman who knows how to savour the finer things..