After a long, exhausting day, my big feet are swollen, sweaty, and dripping with a thick, intoxicating stink. You kneel before me, tongue ready to obey, tasked with licking away the grime and sweat from every crevice. Each lick is a taste of my power and your submission, every breath filled with the pungent scent of tired domination. This is raw foot worship where obedience means worshipping my big, stinky, and utterly tired soles without question.
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