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A lot of you will never meet me, you'll never experience the pleasure of an in-person, private session with me. Perhaps you live far away, perhaps your life situation doesn't allow for romps with your favourite internet kinkster. What can I say, the sad truth is that some slaves will forever anguish outside of the pleasure of my presence. What could be worse than that!? 

Well .. 

​What if I started following you on social media, liking all your jokes, commenting on every post? What if I messaged you and desperately wanted to dirty talk? What if I asked what you were into and you told me something you've never told anyone? You tell me that you have a raging foot fetish and I tell you that I do too! I want nothing more than for you to worship every inch of my sexy soles with your wet tongue and once you start receiving the first few pictures from me, you realize something equal parts astounding and incredibly frustrating. I have the EXACT type of feet you like, super wrinkly ones!

It's barely a minute between when I gave you a throbbing erection and when you have your first orgasm, looking at my perfectly wrinkled feet. Over the next few days, you become consumed with jerking off to the pictures I send you. Every time you check your messages, there's new juicy, pink, wrinkles waiting for you to stroke to. It feels like you're going crazy, nothing else matters, you can't concentrate on work anymore. This situation is just so surreal and you're still reconciling with this new connection to me.

Soon you open your messages and under the new wrinkly sole pics I sent is a request. I'd love to see a clip of you stroking off to my feet. You gladly oblige and you don't have to wait long for my response. You see that I'm typing something and then this lands in your eyes, "you know I never give foot jobs in my sessions, but I would make an exception for you ;)" You can feel your cock swelling again. I tell you that your cock is delicious looking and I would let you fuck my feet as much as you want. I'd let you fuck my wrinkly, pink, squishy soles over and over, stroking up and down while I watch you release in between my sexy feet. You could cum all over them as many times as you wanted!

You explain to me that you can't come to Toronto, it's just not feasible. I reluctantly accept and over the next week, I continue my constant supply of wrinkly soled, close up pictures in your DMs. It seems crazy but you actually start brainstorming ways to visit me in Toronto. It's getting to the point where you start considering leaving your job, moving closer to me. Each time a thought like that pops up, you try to dismiss it but they just keep coming. Your behaviour has now devolved into that of an addict, justifying ridiculous acts to get what you want, all the while I'm begging to stroke your cock with my oiled up, wrinkly, juicy soles.

It takes you a few weeks, but eventually reason sets in. You realize why I chose you out of all the thousands of my followers. I saw that you love wrinkly soled footjobs, you didn't even realize your likes were publicly visible. Every, single, picture looked just like mine. I knew I could ruin your brain, I could fuck with your head, toy with your little heart strings. I could stroke your ego and make you feel special when I knew all along you would never be able to visit. I've bound you to me from across the world, made you suffer just for my own perverse amusement. I know you can never meet me so I guess you'll just have to keep watching from afar, knowing that you're missing out - and you always will! ;)

Here's the clip that this story was inspired by!