What’s that? You expected to get a glimpse of my sockless feet? Tough shit idiot. Today is trainer duty. Which means it’s time to see how good you are at licking the bottom of my vapourmax.
In the meantime i’m gonna put these headphones on you and play your new conditioning file. The last one clearly wasn’t strong enough. We need to strip away that concept of shame. Wash away any lingering pride you’re still desperately clinging to. You might be hesitant about cleaning my smelly shoes now but that resistance will be eroded by the time we’re finished here. Utterly mind fucked. Next time I won’t even have to ask to kiss my soles. You’ll beg.
And next time it won’t be just me, I’ll have my mates round for you to service too. Pathetic foot boy. The string of unending insults will fill you with purpose and pleasure. Your brain rewired to make your dick throb at every slur. Shuddering at every swear. Moaning as another dirty shoe pushes against your lips.
There you go, hold’em in place. They’re dope ass trainers, aren’t they? Well mint. They’ll be even better after a polish. A…tongue bath. Look at ya, shaking like a fucking leaf. Ha. Hand me your phone boy, I need to make sure all your friends are aware of what you are, of your subservience to your hot scally master. Maybe they’ll even ask to join you. How’s that sound? Worshipping my rank feet as a friend surrenders to the intoxicating scent beside you. Then you can both moan in unison around my meaty toes.
You’ve made me wait long enuff, loser. Tongue. Now.
Fuck yeh! See, it’s not so bad is it?
Do well enough today and I might just be kind enough to stuff that pretty little mouth of yours with week old socks, while this trainer is tightly fastened around your dumb, zonked out face. Stuck on your knees, where you belong. Inhaling the ripe stench of my feet.
A few hours of that and you won’t even want to breathe clean air anymore. You’ll just be a foot sniffing, human shoe rack.