How much more evidence do you require that my feet are in control? I have my foot servant trained to climax from inhaling my pungent foot odor. Isn’t that the ultimate dream of a submissive foot slave – to only reach release with a pair of sweaty goddess feet covering his face? The power, scent, and humiliation send my little foot devotee over the edge, and he quickly spurts forth a stream of tribute goo in honor of the malodorous goddess feet that rule him!! TRULY a pitiful loser (laughs out loud).