Once trained by a Woman with power, a male is nothing more than a lowly foot worshipping slave. If you have any doubts about this - any at all - I suggest you watch this clip and discover the truth for yourself.

Look at how Steed bows before me, begs to merely kiss the soles of my perfect, soft feet. He’s completely under their spell, so utterly devoted to them, that he rubs his face in them, lathering his face in their sweat and scent, sniffing between my toes with more passion than a lover’s embrace.

This is the life of a foot slave. It is an ever downward spiral into utter submission and humiliation. The slave learns to savor embarrassment, to need for the reality check that he is a lowly loser, a human carpet to be trampled and stepped upon, his ego less than the dust beneath the foot of God Herself, only allowed to persist so I may crush it and amuse myself by doing so.

And just because you’re a super foot freak and can’t get a sexy Woman like me to put you in your place doesn’t mean I won’t conquer you. There is a voyeuristic aspect to watching a man who is better than you submit to me as his God and deity: you will fall to your knees, too. 

So go ahead and pray as you watch this. You will forever be a foot worshipping slave.

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After years of being trampled under my feet, smothered and sat on, cleaning my ass, and pleasuring me on command, Steed is a well-trained, broken-in, wholly conquered servant to my Divinity. But reminders are very important, and I told Steed this morning (when he failed to complete his morning chores), “You will serve pussy.” 

I let him think about that all day long while he toiled away at work making me money. 

When he got home, this is the first thing he was allowed to do - to get on his knees as I sat above him, to bow down, and to drive his tongue inside of me, all for my pleasure. 

But that wasn’t all that I had planned. I wanted Steed to understand just how much my perfect flower owns him. So I used his face to get off. Arching my back, making him stay there down on his knees as I rub my clit all over his tongue…

Watching this clip, I realize I absolutely dominated him, using his face like a sex toy. Ha! And he loves it because he’s my good little bitch. See for yourself, slaves…

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Given my slave is entirely and unwaveringly devoted to me, I use him to exert my boredom, frustration, happiness, anger…whatever. Today, I was feeling a bit unnerved, so I had him ‘play carpet’ (a trick he knows all too well) while I slapped his face around with my bare, sweaty soles.

It’s undeniable, the tenacity and integrity of his devotion to me as his deity, his god; he thanks me every time my foot comes down onto his face; he prays aloud as I smother him beneath my toes; he begs for more as I trample his neck and chest such that he cannot breathe.

For the air he breathes and the ground on which he crawls belong to me - all things in this world (even life itself) are concessions granted to him by his Goddess, and he will spend all of his days groveling before me, thanking me for it. Ha!

This, my followers and slaves, is how a true believer behaves. Do you have what it takes?

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After smacking Steed around a bit with my sweaty soles, after wiping them all over his face and trampling his chest and neck, what better to do than to resort to good old fashioned foot slapping? Ha!

His devotion is unwavering; just watch how docile and submissive he is as he thanks me each and every time I smack him across the face with my perfect feet. He just lays there, looking up at me, saying little prayers to me in his head. 

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You’ve been exposed to many tropes and typical behaviors by instadommes and mistress-whatever-her-name-is that you’ve forgotten this singular, fundamental truth in life: you are a submissive beta and that means you serve ME, not your pathetic little dick.

You see, the only real use for your intense yearning, arousal, and unbridled desire for Me is so I can use and manipulate you. I don’t care about you; but you are entirely devoted to Me. I don’t even know you exist; but you love Me more than your own mother (and especially your wife or girlfriend if you somehow managed to trick a woman into thinking you’re worth something). 

It’s time to make you weak and reprogram you, foot scum. Have you ever wondered why you are a loser? It’s because you LOSE. You lose at being a man, you lose at life, and most important - you lose to ME.

It’s time to take your little perverted foot addiction and inherent weakness to a place unfathomable. Your feeble, broken slave brain just cannot cognate it…so lucky for you, you now have a God to lead you and control you. Just shut up and kneel; I’ll do the thinking for you. *Sigh* betas are terrible at making decisions anyway…

Today you are going to learn a very meaningful symbol in your newfound devotion to Me: you do not kiss the ground I walk upon; you ARE the ground I walk upon. You are quite literally the floor…I’ll speculate as to what type: maybe a tile floor, like in a bathroom. Cold and hard - you know, bony and pallid like you. Or maybe a carpet - soft beneath My soles…this is a good option if you’re a fat loser. But really, I think you should be dirt and dust. That’s befitting isn’t it? 

So lay down and disappear, you worthless creature. Become invisible. Become the dirt to be trampled, stepped on, crushed, smashed, destroyed beneath My perfect feet. Only then shall you begin to know who rules your life…

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“Look at that stupid, ugly face. I just get an urge to STEP on it every time I see it. Your face just looks like it deserves to be TRAMPLED.”

Go ahead, foot freak - indoctrinate yourself into My Cult, My Religion even further and subject yourself to yet even more intense, visceral, real foot slave training. We both know you like it. We both know that you should be on your knees, apologizing profusely for putting Me through the awful experience that is looking at you. 

Want to apologize properly? Buy this experience and I’ll fix your ugly mug…by trampling it and walking all over it. It’s what you deserve, after all. To be smashed into the dirt, like the nothing that you are. Pathetic, so pathetic…

And go ahead - tell Me, loser: how does it feel to be SO weak for a Real Woman? To know that you have to PAY to be crushed beneath Her feet? To be verbally humiliated and rejected, to be told that you are despicable scum, to have your already paltry little ego DESTROYED by My petite, cute little feet. 

Admit it: you love it, because you deserve it. You know that you suck, that you’re a worthless loser, and that fetishizing My perfect feet is the only way to reconcile those facts, the only way to live with yourself. Not that I would know how that feels, though - I’m perfect. I’m superior. I’m just better. 

It sure must suck to be a loser. But I’ll destroy you beneath My feet so you don’t have to deal with it either. </3

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Right after a long day of shopping with My slave’s money and hitting the gym to make Myself even more perfect, I decided to come home and give Steed a little treat. As My devotees and followers know, however, “rewards” are always just a means of training him and amusing Myself…

Just watching him writhe about on the floor, pleading with Me to use and abuse his face as My personal little foot stool is enough to make Me laugh aloud. And I do - right in his face. Then again, he can’t see because he’s too busy kissing My perfect, hot, sweaty soles - his eyes trapped beneath My cute toes. And he's probably a bit distracted by My whipping him hard with My riding crop! 

He can’t even help himself, he’s such a hopeless foot addict - wiping My feet on his face, taking deep sniffs of the “lovely” scent from between My toes, sliding his tongue between them to savor every little bit of dirt, grime, toejam and sock lint. 

Yeah, foot slaves are gross.

And that’s why I love being so mean to him, using his face as a foot stool. It’s what he deserves, but in his mind?

It’s an honor.

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So you think you can handle being My real-life slave? Perhaps you should watch this so as to understand just what that type of life would entail…

And you thought it’d be all fun and games, licking and kissing My pretty feet and toes, worshipping My perfect ass, being smothered and crushed and trampled beneath Me. Oh no…there’s so much more to it than that, dumbass!

You beta freak-losers have a very erroneous, twisted way of thinking; you always seem to miss the fact that a slave is property and should be trained and used as such. Today, I’m giving you scum a guided tour of what life is like as My humiliated, debased, demoralized slave…

First, you would be crate-trained. I have a special little cage just for you - isn’t that so kind of Me? Now, most beta losers are skinny little dweebs to-boot, so you’d probably fit in the cage just fine…but some of you are fat, gross pigs, which may pose a problem - but I have a fix for that..

All slaves have to eat. Besides, if I let you starve, you’d be unable to serve Me. So I’ll grant you the special privilege of dining from your very own little pet bowl: My toilet! Isn’t that wonderful?

Not only will you have a place to sleep, but your very own little toilet bowl to eat out of! And any fatass pig slave would quickly be cut down to size and fit right into the cage, as aforementioned. See, I have it all worked out.

But I’d venture to say you didn’t. Serving a God is no easy task, but that little hard-on you have tells Me you still want to do it…

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Most men know to never, ever “hit on” Me. I exude a certain command that terrifies even real men i.e. not you. But every now and again, some dweeb will approach Me in public and get shut down real fast. Unfortunate for this loser, I have an especially wonderful way of dealing with misogynistic pigs that removes them from “the game” forever…

As a God, it stands to reason that I have power, correct? You may call it magic, or spells, or witch-craft, but to Me it is simply the snap of My fingers and whatever I want. Even better, this loser was one of you perverts who spends all their time jerking off to Me and paying Me for it. Ha!

I thought it’d be fun to shrink him down to a size that matches his tiny, little self-esteem and minuscule ego. After keeping him in My panties drawer for a few hours, I decided it was time to use him to demonstrate to you beta freaks what happens when you try to approach Me in public.

And what a show it was! The sad, little tiny boy was dropped on his head and I subsequently smashed, crushed, and trampled him into the ground beneath My perfect feet. I suppose it’s quite an honor for the giant soles of My feet coming down upon you to be the last thing you’ll ever see..

I swear I heard some bones crack, too. Oh well - that’s what happens when you’re reduced to a tiny, helpless little toy to be stomped beneath the feet of a Giantess God! 

So now you slaves have a good idea of why you should stick to jerking off alone in your parents’ basement forever…because you could never get a Woman like Me. </3

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When you’ve trained a slave day after day for years, interesting things happen…

Steed has been stomped on, trampled, kicked in the face, walked all over (literally and metaphorically); I’ve wiped My feet all over his face after a long day of work and going to the gym, have had him smothered beneath My soles, clean between My toes, lick up My foot sweat, and sleep with My feet on his face every day, year after year after year..

Even if he wasn’t a total foot freak, he’d be totally addicted by now. And he certainly is. He is hopelessly, irreparably brainwashed by the feminine power of My perfect feet to such a degree that he’d do anything just to lick the dirt, grime, and sweat off of them. He begs to clean the toejam and sock lint from between My pretty toes after the gym. He is a bonafide foot addict.

And he is hopeless.

Nothing will save him or change the fact that he is addicted to My feet and needs them to survive. So when I laid down after a long day and crossed My legs, My beautiful feet poking out of My leggings, he eagerly awaited the snap of My fingers and gave in, submitted to Me completely.

Note how he wipes his face all over My feet with fervor, sniffs and kisses them with unbridled passion. Don’t you wish you could do that? Haha, I bet you do, you disgusting freak!

But first you need to watch and learn how it’s done…and become addicted to My feet, just like Steed.

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It is imperative that I consistently remind you, My disciples, that you are worthless, you are nothing, you are pathetic and pitiful and a disgrace unto manhood - but as a gracious God, I have taken you in as My devoted slaves, My worshipful drones, and have given you purpose.

Today, I offer to you perhaps the greatest purpose you might ever achieve in your existentially broken little life: to serve as the ground that I walk upon. 

As I tower above you, My nude body a glorious Venus, you tremble in excitement and terror, knowing that I shall be relentless with you. How could such soft, beautiful, tender, petite soles be so powerful? How could My perfect feet, My pretty toes be such a wicked force in grinding you into the dirt that you are? 

Because you are weak. And being trampled beneath My feet is so immense a privilege, your brainwashed little head cannot process it. 

And so you shall submit beneath Me, disciple. Join your contemporaries: the worms, the dirt, the grime that crawl upon and lather the ground I walk upon (although these things are higher in the hierarchy of nature than you). Perhaps you will show enough devotion to be considered like a speck of dust that may cling to My foot…

Now wouldn’t that be wonderful for you?

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It’s not that I love that I won the genetic lottery and am beautiful, intelligent, powerful…it’s that all these things are precisely what you will never have!

You’re so painfully pathetic that you don’t even deserve My attention today, so you’re going to shut your mouth (not that you have anything important to say, anyway), bow down as low as possible, and WATCH as I traumatize you with the feet you wish you could have.

Meanwhile, I’m going to read My book and in an instant forget that you exist - which I must admit is rather easy to do. You’re just so insignificant that I can’t even remember you, despite the fact that you’re drooling beneath My perfect, bare soles. 

This is imperative training, however; you need to prostrate yourself before your God and be forced to understand that all that I am is precisely that which you will never get. Think I’d EVER want to have anything to do with a bitch loser like you? Ha! 

All you’re good for is promulgating My religion and bringing Me profit at your expense, you plebeian. Don’t worry - every now and again I do ostensibly look at you (I’m actually looking right through you, but whatever) and shake My head at how reprehensible a creature you are.

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What a special day for all my fans, followers, devout worshippers, foot slaves, ass addicts, beta losers, et al! I’ve had my fun teasing all of you with my perfect body and for the first time, I am revealing my beautiful face.

That’s right. The face of God, revealed. 

In this clip, I sit atop my bed like a throne - I have my loyal, obedient steed bow down to my feet like a lowly servant and slide his head beneath my dangling, pretty little feet. As he kneels before me, prostrating himself, I laugh at him while smacking and slapping him in the face with my feet. Such a lucky slave!

I always aim to have my Steed debase himself at my altar as much as possible - I tell him to show me that my feet indeed are the best tasting thing in the entire world, which he readily proves what with how furiously and passionately he licks my soles! 

He’s smothered beneath my feet, right where he belongs. Down on the dirty floor like a speck of dust beneath me. Looking up at my supreme beauty and femininity, completely content with being nothing but my personal foot wipe…

All this man is is my devoted foot-wipe. All he will ever be is my devout little follower, my worshipper, my weakened bitch who falls to his knees at the very sight of my beauty. Sound familiar? Yes, that’s rather like you, too! 

I continue wiping my hot, sweaty feet all over his face as he tells me how grateful he is to be my slave. Nothing wrong with that - I’m what beta losers would call a “Bombshell Redhead Goddess” and it stands to reason that any and every man would do anything for the opportunity to be pinned on the floor beneath me, kissing and licking my feet.

Steed has taken this step. He has been baptized by the holiness that is ME. With each slap, smack, kick, and stomp of my feet, he falls further under my control and jurisdiction. In fact, I wanted to ensure that he felt as worthless and low as possible, so I stood above him and trampled his face before returning to having him clean between my toes and take one deep inhale after another. 

Once a slave, always a slave <3

All this man is is my devoted foot-wipe. All he will ever be is my devout little follower, my worshipper, my weakened bitch who falls to his knees at the very sight of my beauty. Sound familiar? Yes, that’s rather like you, too! 

In this clip, I continue wiping my hot, sweaty feet all over his face as he tells me how grateful he is to be my slave. Nothing wrong with that - I’m what beta losers would call a “Bombshell Redhead Goddess” and it stands to reason that any and every man would do anything for the opportunity to be pinned on the floor beneath me, kissing and licking my feet.

Steed has taken this step. He has been baptized by the holiness that is ME. With each slap, smack, kick, and stomp of my feet, he falls further under my control and jurisdiction. In fact, I wanted to ensure that he felt as worthless and low as possible, so I stood above him and trampled his face before returning to having him clean between my toes and take one deep inhale after another. 

Once a slave, always a slave <3

Since TWW came to fruition, I've had hundreds of men (and a few beta females, even) write to me that they, too, wish to worship me as their God. It's exceedingly amusing and I revel in watching so many prostrate themselves before me, recognizing that I indeed am a genuine dominant Woman who can control them through a mere clip. Ha!

Be forewarned: This is what happens when you get too close to a Real Woman: you drop to your knees and beg to become her follower, write and recite prayers to her, humiliate yourself for her when necessary (i.e. always). 

Steed clearly understands this, and - as is very evident in this clip - he has absolute respect and reverence for his God. Watch how he begs for the opportunity to humiliate himself at my perfect feet, thanking me for allowing him to kiss my soft, warm soles and take in the ecstasy that is the Womanly scent between my pretty toes. Yum; foot bitch heaven...

He's my hopelessly owned little foot addict; I've said it time and again, always proven and verified. Just look at how he kneels before his Venus...

And now, his tireless efforts in worshipping me has resulted in yet even more followers that understand I am God and deserve to be exalted as such. Whether you're a little follower-in-the-making or simply a foot loser with a penchant for kneeling before a powerful Woman and kissing her feet, this is a clip you can't survive without...

We all know Steed is a foot-freak, and that's because I love exposing little foot bitches for what they are...

In this clip, I had just finished riding Steed's face to my heart's content and multiple orgasms. It is imperative to maintain my psychological dominance over Steed by instituting the reward/punishment system his reward for serving as my personal furniture is to be what he really is at heart - my warm, smelly sock sniffer.

Wool socks get so steamy when worn inside leather boots all day long! Watch how obedient Steed is as I wipe them all over his face, his nose following my toes in desperation. Watch how I pin him down on the bed and force him to deeply inhale the other foot, causing him to relinquish what minute semblance of control he has left. He is completely owned by my scent.

I even have him kiss every single toe and thank it for owning him! Talk about humiliating...

But as always, what is humiliating for you is amusing to me. And I take precedence. 

Amuse me.

In human psychology, the face is subconsciously regarded as the 'soul of one's identity'. Humans intimate who they are through the lens of their primary senses, most of which are centric about the face. Our noumenal experiences of the world are centric in the face. In short, your face is one of the most privatized and intimate signifiers of your identity. And I just stomp all over it.

Watch as I put Steed in his place again by trampling and slapping his face with my powerful feet. He's so submissive to me that when beckoned to be my foot-wipe, he rubs his face in my feet - not the other way around...just like I trained him to. He's so in awe of his God that he begs for more, groveling to my beautiful feet in gratitude. He profusely kisses my feet while lying prostrate beneath me; he turns his face to the side whenever I command him to, only to receive another kick, slap, or stomp.

Ever since I first enslaved Steed, I've won time and again. He's so used to losing to me, he considers it a point of pride. I mean, being my loser is a very special privilege, after all.

And only a loser likes to be stepped on. So naturally Steed loves it, as is so apparent in this clip. 

Watch this clip and you'll admit that you're a loser, too. 

Remember: I'm the winner. 

What another wonderful day living as a God: Steed drove me to my office, stayed to resolve a computer issue and ended up kneeling beneath my desk massaging my feet for three hours, drove me to the gym and served me as my little gym bitch (following me around racking my weights and cleaning up after me), and took me home where I proceeded to stomp his face silly. 

See, I just love 'rubbing it in' - figuratively and quite literally. It amuses me. After an entire day of waiting on me and serving me, I made sure to remind Steed that he is and always will be my loser by trampling him, stepping and stomping on and kicking his pathetic face, abusing it as my foot wipe. 

I documented all of it in this video. I first step on his penis with my socked sweaty gym feet to remind him that it belongs to me. I then wipe my smelly socks all over his face and have him 'turn the other cheek' while I stomp on it. By the time I'm barefoot, he's completely lost to me (hence, loser). Buy this clip and look at how he just lies there - completely submissive and complacent - while I trample and foot slap his face with my sweaty gym feet. 

The entire time, I talk down to him and verbally degrade him while he thanks me and struggles to kiss the soles of my powerful feet. Even when they are absolutely conquering him, he thanks them. What a good Steed! Amid the throbbing headache he had thereafter, I reminded him, "You lose; I win." - our daily mantra. Go on - say it, loser.

Buy now and experience it yourself - the camera angle is a beautiful partial-POV shot looking up at my athletic, perfect body from beneath my gorgeous soles. You'll certainly learn that you always lose and I always win. 

I'm always a bit mean, but surely you've wondered (fantasized about, rather) what I'm like when I'm feeling particularly cruel...

Well, this video is quite exemplary. And the object of said cruelty is my loyal, submissive, foot bitch of a Steed, of course. Besides, that's why a superior Woman like me has a personal servant in the first place.

Why was I feeling cruel, you ask? Because it feels good and I deserve to feel whatever I want. Just like how it felt good to step and stomp on Steed's face in this video, ha!

I particularly love how Steed just lies there on the floor, completely subservient and conquered by me, while I step on him and kick his face around. He even thanks me for it, trying to kiss and sniff my sweaty feet (note that I had just removed my dirty gym shoes - which I wore to the gym without socks). 

This is how a real Woman conducts herself: with absolute control. Buy it and learn something, worm. <3

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I'm always a bit mean, but surely you've wondered (fantasized about, rather) what I'm like when I'm feeling particularly cruel...

Well, this video is quite exemplary. And the object of said cruelty is my loyal, submissive, foot bitch of a Steed, of course. Besides, that's why a superior Woman like me has a personal servant in the first place.

Why was I feeling cruel, you ask? Because it feels good and I deserve to feel whatever I want. Just like how it felt good to step and stomp on Steed's face in this video, ha!

I particularly love how Steed just lies there on the floor, completely subservient and conquered by me, while I step on him and kick his face around. He even thanks me for it, trying to kiss and sniff my sweaty feet (note that I had just removed my dirty gym shoes - which I wore to the gym without socks). 

This is how a real Woman conducts herself: with absolute control. Buy it and learn something, worm. <3

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I was feeling particularly mean today. I had to fire one of my employees, and I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it; in fact, I felt powerful watching her get on her knees and beg to keep her job…but defy me, and you’re done. Everyone knows this. 

Steed is so well-trained, so very much my bitch, that he actually likes it when I’m feeling mean and exercise my supreme power over him. Then again, you would as well, wouldn’t you? 

I first have Steed bow down and grovel to me, kissing my divine foot while I pin him to the ground with the other. I flip him over and - while towering above him - proceed to step on his face. i squash and smother him with my powerful feet as he admires my perfect body from beneath me. He even tries to get a good kiss in when not entirely trapped beneath my foot. 

And Steed has certainly learned to turn the other cheek, offering his face to me while I stomp on it and slap it. Lying prostrate beneath his God, all he does is kiss my feet and thank me for the privilege. My my, have I trained him well. 

Last, I order him to cum beneath me. This is instrumental in slave training: it is imperative that you are only allowed to cum while beneath me, while I absolutely humiliate you. Years of doing this, and it’s all you can get off to. Certainly the case with Steed. Simple mind control. 

I had a good laugh watching this afterward. All you submissive foot-bitches are very lucky to have this one - to have the opportunity to look up at my perfect body towering above you, while you are degraded beneath my feet. 

You know you need this clip if you have that subservient yearning to be stepped on by a real Woman. Just look at those excellent POV shots looking up at my perfect body as I stomp you out <3

I was feeling particularly mean today. I had to fire one of my employees, and I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it; in fact, I felt powerful watching her get on her knees and beg to keep her job…but defy me, and you’re done. Everyone knows this. 

Steed is so well-trained, so very much my bitch, that he actually likes it when I’m feeling mean and exercise my supreme power over him. Then again, you would as well, wouldn’t you? 

I first have Steed bow down and grovel to me, kissing my divine foot while I pin him to the ground with the other. I flip him over and - while towering above him - proceed to step on his face. i squash and smother him with my powerful feet as he admires my perfect body from beneath me. He even tries to get a good kiss in when not entirely trapped beneath my foot. 

And Steed has certainly learned to turn the other cheek, offering his face to me while I stomp on it and slap it. Lying prostrate beneath his God, all he does is kiss my feet and thank me for the privilege. My my, have I trained him well. 

Last, I order him to cum beneath me. This is instrumental in slave training: it is imperative that you are only allowed to cum while beneath me, while I absolutely humiliate you. Years of doing this, and it’s all you can get off to. Certainly the case with Steed. Simple mind control. 

I had a good laugh watching this afterward. All you submissive foot-bitches are very lucky to have this one - to have the opportunity to look up at my perfect body towering above you, while you are degraded beneath my feet. 

You know you need this clip if you have that subservient yearning to be stepped on by a real Woman.

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After I’ve had Steed inhale the pungent, sweet scent from my socks (seriously, I suspect he inhaled their scent so extensively, he extinguished it, ha!), I proceed to abuse his face as my foot-wipe. He licks clean my soles, between my toes, the tops of my feet. He rubs his face in them, lathering his face in my foot-scent (to remain for the entire evening).

I even use my dexterous feet to pin his face down and step on it. He loves that , the freak!  He loves bowing down, groveling, all things which signify his inferiority to me (and my superiority to, well, everything). And thus, this documentation ends with Steed thanking his God (ME) over and over again while desperately sniffing my sweaty feet. 

You know…all of you are so very fortunate to even have the opportunity to watch what I did behind closed doors today; to see my perfect body, my gorgeous breasts, my soles (even close-up quite a few times). Everyone who knows me publicly (e.g. all of my good little employees) knows I am domineering; that I have a mean-streak, always get my way, and inspire unyielding loyalty and submission…but they’d never fathom the extent to which I can conquer another.

Maybe I’ll just make them all my slaves anyway. It’s what they deserve after all. And for me, it’d be quite easy. 

This clip is Part II//II. TWW 16 Part I (sock worship and removal) can be purchased via the TWW C4S Store. 

Today, Steed got very lucky. Even though I work, Steed pays for everything. I love my job because I essentially just boss people around for a living. Befitting. Otherwise, he is my work-horse, among many other things. I decided to reward him for his hard (albeit warranted) work with one of his favorite things - my perfect feet. 

So I had him lie down on the floor (he's actually not allowed up on the bed to do this very often). It is important that he is reminded that his place in life is beneath me, as my inferior. Therefore, he needs to be placed beneath my feet where he is helpless and completely subject to my control, where he looks up and sees nothing save for his God's beautiful soles descending down onto his face.

He may be a strong Steed, but his mind is completely owned by me, so resisting isn't an option. Not even a part of his vocabulary anymore. Besides, if he ever dared to protest (he wouldn't), I could easily just stomp his face into the floor until he gives in. Sometimes I do this just for my amusement anyway, though. Perhaps I will record that, and all you submissive foot-lickers will buy it so you can have some sliver of joy in your lives. Haha!

I smothered him, had his face buried in my feet, sweaty and intermingled with the pungent scent from the leather flats I had been wearing all day. I actually had him down there for a long, long while. You can even see the sunlight shift throughout this recording, as he was down there for in excess of an hour, just kissing my feet profusely, thanking me over and over. At one point, he turns his face to the side and begs me to step on him. Pathetic.

I sit at the edge of the bed and talk down to him, belittle him, and remind him that he belongs beneath my feet. I explain to him why I own him, why his lot in life is to grovel beneath the feet of a true Woman. I have him lick my feet like a submissive bitch - despite his love for doing this, it absolutely humiliates him to have to lick my sweaty soles while I look down at him, smiling victorious. He says it makes him feel defeated.

Well, he is defeated, so too bad.