

Imagine this: every step I take is a world you’ll never reach, yet you crave to exist beneath it. My feet are the foundation of the perfection you worship—the very essence of what grounds me while keeping you beneath me, powerless and yearning. You know their beauty isn't just physical; it’s symbolic. They represent everything you can’t have unless you surrender completely: my attention, my power, my approval.
So, kneel. Touch the floor you dream of worshiping. With every kiss, you give me more of yourself, your pride, your will, your devotion. That’s the only way you’ll ever feel close to the goddess you obsess over. Show me how far you’re willing to fall for even the slightest taste of perfection.