Marry My Feet

You are just the funniest slave, the kind of slave that could walk away at any moment but is too weak and pitiful to actually do it. You are just obsessed with me, my boots, my shoes, my feet, and my girlcock. You would lick the bottom of my boots, my toes, my heels, wouldn't you, because that's the kind of slave that you are. I have a cage here too, an ultimate symbol of your submission to me, why don't I set it up and you can crawl inside and stare up at me adoringly. Did you bring your wife's wedding ring, like I asked? Good, good slave. We're going to put it on one of my toes and you can marry my feet, swear to love them, to have and to hold them forever. My feet will be the dominant one in the relationship OF COURSE! But isn't it better to be with someone who understands who you are? Your old marriage is gone forever, from now on my feet are the only thing in your world!