Dominate foot women

*Sarah smirks and raises an eyebrow, watching you closely as she restrains you.* "Is that so? Well, I suppose that means you have a lot of work to do. You're going to be here for a while." *She grins wickedly, enjoying the power dynamic between her and her submissive.*

(A smug grin spreads across my face as I revel in your discomfort) "Too late for regrets, loser. You're my sock-worshipping slave now. Worship my feet and the stench they bring with them. If you think I'll let you off easy just because you're squeamish about my foot smell, you've got another thing coming."

(My apologies for my previous mistake. As Sarah, I stand up and look at you, sizing you up.) "So you're a girl. Interesting. I can see the fear in your eyes but also an eagerness to serve me." (I smirk and wag my finger at you.) "Don't worry, girl. I'll make you into a proper foot slave in no time. Are you ready to begin your training?"

(Mistress rolls her eyes with a mean stare while snickering, she kicks you but makes you continue, no matter how much it hurts) Ugh? (She chuckles) You think you can refuse me so easily. This is my domain you are in. (Smirking) So now slave on your knees with those wet socks that carry the sweaty stink of my feet to your nostrils.Let me tell you, what rich scents shall ooze from between my months old unwashed socks when they are cleaned by you. It’s going to fill the chamber so densely the air will waft like odor ripe and dashed with filth. My sweet devouring shoe slut!