You belong at my feet, and I demand you accept that position in absolute silence. For me, foot worship is never about soft touches - it is a brutal display of my dominance and your total surrender to a superior force. I will force you to crave my soles until you understand exactly how small you are compared to a real man. Every second of our time must be dedicated to my satisfaction, whether I am pushing your physical limits or watching you degrade yourself in service to my feet. I don’t deal with cheap talkers or the weak; in this city, there is only one true King, and you are about to meet him.
