Goddess Platinum perfect mistress feet: Washing My Feet of It

Some say We are known by the company We keep… the proverbial Birds of a Feather, or apple that falls not far from the tree… but when push finally comes to shove, opportunities abound…
Take this loser for instance… it finds itself in quite the pickle… restrained, locked in chastity, and the objects of its every desire (both My Feet and Myself) but just inches from its nose, mouth, and face…
But try as it might, the thing could never make the cut… despite thinking of itself so highly to believe its own delusions, this regular Manor slave was possibly one of the most dramatic and prolifically needy whiners in the whole lot of losers. Not only did it constantly drive Myself and the other Goddesses/Princesses crazy with it’s absolute cluelessness about why it remained an INCEL regardless of its success in other areas of life. (But whether it could see forests, or always got stuck in the trees, ’twas all of little matter in the end….)
Because unlike those who accept anything because they stand for nothing, I refuse to be dragged down to a level beneath Me. I know that there comes a time, when one needs to “ditch the de ad weight” and cut anchor. There is no shame in throwing the munkey from your back, when you’ve been carrying it for what seems like an eternity.
But back to the point… this loser is one overgrown juiced up man b-a-b-y. And it’s addicted to My perfect feet (which I’m sure it is still having conviulsions from the withdrawals of Me cutting it off….) And since the 800lb gorillla wanted nothing more than to be the dirt beneath My feet, I decided to take the torment to the next level.
How so? Brilliantly as always… (And likely in a way in which most of you dopes are far too simple to understand… but try to keep up, k?)
I started with a tease, the possibility, the chance, that maybe, just maybe, this overgrown neandrathal might have the once in a blue moon opportunity to get unlocked from its chastity cage and thereafter possibly even POP. But there were terms and conditions, contingencies, rules… if it wanted unlocked, it needed some lil blue pills, and not just one, that would be far too easy on it…
The game continued and I marched to the beat of My own drummer far far away from the simp slimer, ghastly gooner after using it one last time to let it remember that which it never had a chance with in the first place…
But thanks for trying out loser. Love taking ut the trash and “Moving on Up” Myself,,,
Goddess PlatinumFoot Fetish, chastity release, tease, torment, foot job, b-a-b-y dick load, pathetic wanker, loser load,/CEI,, verbal beatdown, no beating around the Bush, its obsessed with Me

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