You lost, so you’re My loser. You showed up at My house expecting punishment, and I’m casually lounging in pantyhose, a muscle shirt, and an open flannel, acting like this is all just chill. But you’re trembling because you know what I want: you on your knees massaging My achy feet in these silky pantyhose with a reinforced toe, worshipping every toe and arch while I tease you about that embarrassing boner.
Do it right, or I’ll expose you. You’ll cum to My feet or I’ll tell everyone you have a foot fetish and watch your humiliation bloom. Rub, massage, obey, beg—this is your consequence, and I will enjoy every second of making you submit.