30 minutes of pure denial. Watch from your rightful place—beneath me—as I apply a luxurious foot mask, stretch out, and unwind, completely ignoring your desperate gaze. I only acknowledge you when you least expect it—just enough to remind you how powerless you are. You’ll sit there aching, teased by what you’ll never touch or smell. My perfect feet are front and center… yet forever out of reach. Exactly where they belong.
