Remove my dirty socks and peels my feet into slave mouth under the table...
Finally, my little stand, your time has come. You exist solely to worship my feet, to be a repository for my dirty socks in my daily lifestyle. Although it was awkward at first, I got used to it and don’t perceive you as a person, you’re just my multifunctional human furniture. Prepare yourself, today I require a unique service. While I glide the electric file across my rough soles, you shall serve as my silent, obedient vacuum. Inhale deeply, for the dust and rough skin of my rugged feet shall fill your mouth. Yet, your mouth were designed for more than simply collecting the detritus of my pedicure. They'll soon accommodate others, far more... unsavory treasures. Don't pretend you're not fantasizing about my filthy undergarments finding their way onto your tongue.
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