It's amazing how far you'll go just to prove you're worthy of the opportunity to worship My feet, all while locked in chastity. Your life has become about Me, serving Me, spending on Me, worshiping Me. You get to pamper them by buying them stocking and heels, buying Me pedicures, and tributing My feet in the hopes that I'll allow you to kiss them. But no, instead I make you sit there with my feet just inches from you face as I tell you no, you're not allowed to kiss them.