Title: *I know you’ll get off to whatever I say: or you’ll hold out..

Message: *I know you’ll get off to whatever I say: or you’ll hold out for me.

Think you can wait for me? Wait to cum.
Don’t cum to this video.
Don’t even think about touching your dick.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll do a joi video with a count down so you can cum for ME.

That’s a big fat maybe. You don’t just get to cum you see: you have to be a good boy for me, earning it. Always on your knees, waiting for me, willing to please. Whether that’s licking my feet or licking up something else for me.

Maybe before my next date I’ll have you pick out my lingerie?
How would you like that? And then just wait for me to get back home for your cleaning. Cleaning up whatever I need. Whether it’s sweaty dirty stinky feet; or cum from my alpha on my feet.

I know you get hard at just the sight of my feet 🔎 and the smell would make you leak even more. You crave to smell my feet just to get off: their presence means everything to your orgasm: you only get to cum to my feet. You get to sit there and stare and watch me as I sniff my feet. You get to drill over them… about how sweaty and stinky could they be?

Let me tell you, they STINK. They always get stinky and sweaty, and so dirty too. It’s like the dust stays sticking to my feet. Even in flats sometimes it’s unavoidable. And just collects under there with the funky sweaty sticky gunk right on my soles. Especially on my big toe. It always collects there, don’t know if you’ve noticed like I have. It’s always a drag. I just walk in my shoes normally and this is what happens. They get so sweaty and dirty and really really ready for your tongue. They always need a good sniffing and cleaning. I wish it was you too. But for now you just get to watch me inhale. And pretend it’s you.
So many scents and aromas on my body. I sweat a lot so I’m always wearing perfume, but sometimes I forget my deodorant. Good thing you’re my new armpit sniffer. And you’ll always be my licker. Licking them clean for me. That’s my good boy, helping me out while you’re watching the screen. Doing what I need holding out for me. Not letting yourself cum just yet, only until I say and on my command. Usually I hate the pain of blueballing you, but to be honest, I don’t care anymore. I never did. Every time you don’t send to me you deserve more and more pain. Because it’s never good enough. It’s never quite there for me. Even your serving lately has been invisible. It’s like you’re the size of a tiny flea. Just trying to latch on to anything that has any life shining off of it. Anything to try to see something. If only you could actually get a grip on your fucking lives. They’d be a lot more happy. Properly living out your duty and cleaning as you should as a proper little thing. Serving no other purpose than only what’s necessary.*