Goddess Jess: He wants to be my bedspread.
The dirty foot slave wants to be my bedspread. He knows that I consider myself a goddess, and I, a goddess, need a human bedspread. I love this feeling of power, and I use these slave objects for menial services, such as cleaning my shoes and feet. A bedspread is also something like a doormat, so I can have him lick my dirty sneakers clean. Afterward, I will humiliate him a little more beneath my feet and fuck his mouth with my foot. He can lick the sweat from my feet and show his gratitude.
I, Goddess Jess, simply enjoy having men beneath my feet. It’s this special symbolism that fascinates me—I am the goddess, and they are merely objects subordinate to my power. As I go through life, I feel the difference between me and them. Whether they’re under the soles of my shoes or I’m walking over them barefoot, it gives me a sense of control and superiority.
I take advantage of every opportunity that presents itself. A short walk in the city becomes an experience when I get someone to crawl on their knees in front of me. It’s not just a game; it’s an expression of my own strength and independence. I love experiencing the world this way—as a goddess, enthroned above everything, while men linger shyly beneath my feet.
