I want you to get on your knees, right where you are. Approach me slowly, reverently, your eyes locked onto my sock-covered feet. As you near me, I want you to bury your nose in the fabric, inhaling deeply, breathing in the scent of my feet, the scent of the goddess above you. Worship my feet with your worshipful sniffs, your reverent inhales. As you inhale, I want you to rub your face against my feet, your nose and mouth caressing the soft fabric. I'll place one sock-clad foot over the growing bulge in your pants, feeling your pathetic cock twitch beneath the fabric. I'll start to rub, to grind my sole against your hardness, teasing you, tormenting you with pleasure. So be a good boy and do as I say. Worship me, serve me, and maybe, just maybe, I'll reward you with the release you so desperately need. I might make you cum inside your pants tonight.