My soles again… bigger, closer, hotter. You don’t just look – you sink. Every wrinkle, every inch, every pulse under the skin calling you deeper.

I flex them slowly, spread my toes, arch my foot – a silent order for you to kneel. You can smell the heat, taste the power, feel the weight pressing down on your mind.

No mercy. No escape. Just me, my soles, and your surrender.

Give in. Obey. Worship.