Published: August 6, 2025 at 11:59:02 AM
My feet control everything.
Your thoughts, your desires, your shame at feeling compulsively drawn to them.
Just seeing them is enough to melt your willpower. Your mind goes blank, your tongue becomes moist, and your knees go weak.
Every time I show them to you, something inside you surrenders.
And you remember, without me having to say anything, that your place is not beside me. It is beneath me.