Banana Boy Eats Ghost Feet PT. 2

Description: Banana boy thought he was coming to worship like a good, grateful little foot slave… but i had something far more entertaining planned. watch as i casually remind him of his place — beneath me, beneath my perfect feet, exactly where he belongs. my soft soles become his gag, his reward, and his humiliation all at once. every movement, every flex of my toes, every slow, deliberate press into his mouth is a reminder that his purpose is simple: serve, adore, obey. he doesn’t speak. he doesn’t protest. he simply accepts what he is — a willing toy for my amusement. because banana boy doesn’t get dignity. banana boy gets feet. ????