Another desperate foot boy aching to realize the honor of achieving foot slave status. So you bow at my feet, you sit on your hands and you focus all your attention on my wiggling toes, drawing yourself into a deeply mesmerized state, where you no longer control your own destiny, where you can realize your true potential. Your pleasure will be reprogrammed to be dependent on mine, you will learn to worship my feet how I prefer it, and your self pleasure will become a forgotten past time.