You worship my feet, don’t you? Admit it. Every toe, every arch, every heel is perfect and yours to adore. Get on your knees and stare, memorize the curve, trace the lines with your eyes, and breathe in the intoxicating idea of serving them until you beg for more.
I’ll guide you through every worship move, commanding your breath, your pace, your tongue in your mind. You’ll learn to love how devoted you become under my feet, to crave the small mercies I grant when you do everything right. Kneel, worship, and show me how obsessed you can be.