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Keep staring at my perfect feet slave. Let them become your reason to live.

Good boy. Train your instincts to pursue every grain of dust on them.

Envision my feet. Perfect, majestic, divine.  Would  you  want  them  to  be  soiled  by  a  granule  of  grime

Uphold your duty with religious care. Prove you have it in you, and I’ll let you lick my feet. Ensuring they’re clean will be your sole purpose in life. You’ll be living on my toe jam henceforth.

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