Sole Focus Ignore
The only thing in your world now is My soles — pale, perfect, and dangerously close. No words. No acknowledgment. Not even a glance. A submissive like you doesn't deserve My attention... only My feet.
Watch Me stretch My arches, flex My toes, and wrinkle My soles while I scroll My phone and live a life you'll never touch. But look closer... My black painted toenails hold a secret. When the light catches them just right, they flash a deep, wicked red — like a spell woven into every flex. You'll stare until you swear the color changes just for you. It doesn't. Nothing about Me is for you.
Black or red, you'll never know which you're worshipping — and that's exactly how I like it. Confused. Fixated. Ignored.
Loop it. Goon to it. Either way, I won't notice.
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