You didn’t stand a chance the moment you saw them.

My freshly painted toes- a glossy, shimmering green so juicy, so candy-coated, they looked like they’d been dipped in liquid sour apple sugar. I curled them slowly, one by one, just for you, watching your eyes glazed over like you were already high on the sight.

“You like that color, baby?” I purred, lifting one foot onto the edge of the couch, right in front of your face. “Tastes like sin, smells like temptation… and you? You’re already addicted.”

Your breath hitched. You didn’t even realize you’d leaned forward, nose almost brushing my arch. I felt your heat. Your need.

“You remember that first time you saw me, don’t you?” I teased, wiggling my toes. “You were just a man with a little foot thing… now? Now you’re my little foot slave, panting just to smell my soles after a long day. And today? Today I made it worse for you. Sour apple. Tart. Sweet. Just like the way you’d beg to taste me… if I let you.”

You whimpered.

“Shhh… no words. Just breathe it in. That polish? It’s laced with your fantasy. Every time you see green candy, you’ll think of my toes wrapped around your throat. You’ll think of licking every inch clean while I call you my pathetic, desperate pet.”

A drop of sweat rolled down your temple.

“You’d do anything for one taste, wouldn’t you? One lick. One sniff. One crumb of my attention. But I don’t give rewards for free, baby. You want my foot on your tongue? You want to worship these sour apple goddess toes like the altar they are? Then you’ll pay. You’ll plead. And when I finally let you touch? I’ll own you. Forever.”

Silence.

Just your trembling hands and hungry eyes.

“Good boy. Now… beg.”