What a dream it is to be completely broken for feet. To have your very essence ripped away from your mind, being then implanted with the suggestions and will of feet, and of your Goddess. Letting your arousal and craving for feet become so, so much more~ More than an addiction, more than a need. Once you are broken, feet become your everything.
You can feel the cracks begin to form in your brain, each day that you succumb to your foot lust. Scrolling and staring at each godly pair of feet that comes your way. Feeling your mind turn off, letting instinct take over, as you edge in worship of your addiction.
You pant.
Crack.
You moan.
Crack.
You drool and leak.
Crack. Crack.
Knowing there is no turning back. That the prints these feet leave on your shattering mind are permanent, and any attempt at escape or delay will only have you crawling back for more. The cracks compound, and you feel your mind melting away, forming into something new. My heavenly toes are in your mind, massaging away the last of your thoughts, scattering the willpower left within you, until nothing is left. You want to be nothing, so feet become everything.
As those divine toes mold your mind, you feel your thirst for feet expand~
Toes that once looked cute and suckable, now make your mouth water, and force you into a fantasy of kissing, servicing each one.
Soles that looked sexy and smooth, are now irresistible, divine. Truly worthy of your endless worship.
And the words of your Goddess, once just text on your screen, become a voice in your mind, filling you with truth.
Lust growing.
Pair after pair of perfect feet, warping your mind, one after another.
You edge harder.
You sink deeper.
You accept how weak you are before the glory of feet. And then, right in that moment, you feel it.
Ping.
You feel your mind shatter. You realize you can no longer think. Words cannot form themselves in your head. Everything goes blank.
Your mind has been broken.
Feet have won.
Dopamine rushes in to fill these empty spaces, and “feet” becomes the only word in your vocabulary, looping forever in your drained mind. Your gaze, magnetized to soles. Your senses, needing the scents and tastes of toes to overwhelm them.
Your body, programmed to edge and worship, to kneel and obey. Your mind, broken. You have become nothing more than a slave to feet, giving them everything you are, everything you have, everything you ever will be.
You have lost.
Feet have won.
Maybe you were aware it was happening. That your little fetish was becoming too much, and was taking over more and more of your life. Maybe you wanted it to happen. You knew feet deserved to take over, to break you into their obedient servant.
It doesn’t matter now though, does it?~
Nothing matters anymore. Nothing except, for feet.
Edging automatically. Mindlessly worshiping, praying to the feet that own you. Serving and obeying before your Goddess. There is no more resistance. No more control. No more choice.
You’ve been broken, foot slave.
My toes are in your mind. Pulling your strings. Your every action.
My feet will reshape your shattered mind, molding you into whatever I desire.
And all you can do is let it happen, accept, and obey~
Let it happen.
Accept.
Obey.