Owned By Your Best Friend

Description: I dangle the tiny chastity key in front of you, smirking. “ready to stretch out, loser?” you’ve been locked up for so long—denied, frustrated, aching. and now i’m giving you permission to finally unlock. but not out of kindness. oh no.   this was my plan all along. from the second i pretended to be your “best friend,” i knew you’d fall for it. you were an easy target. a lonely, desperate little simp just waiting to be owned. all i had to do was dangle some attention… and let you get a good look at my feet.   i strip off my heels and tease you with every inch of my soles and toes. rubbing them together slowly, showing you exactly what got you hooked. you’re not my friend. you’re my property now. my foot slave. my plaything.   and because i own your dick, i let you stroke. i let you cum. just so you remember who gave you permission, who decides when, where, and why that pathetic little thing is allowed to function.   your chastity is mine. your release is mine. and your addiction? yeah. that’s mine, too.