Sundays are a day of feet worship for all the footsies employed by The Villainess Feet Corporation. I have the honor of being called to the mansion of the Lady President of the company, @the-queen-snake, for my morning worship service and devotional.
When I arrived my President was enjoying her morning breakfast prepared by her chef. She sat imperiously on a stool, her feet dangling just above her floor. She motioned me to lay on my belly underneath the stool. With her feet now just inches from my face, I began my service, cleaning her soles thoroughly with my tongue. My President smiled contentedly above.























