"Good Gooner" [Feet JOI]

I know exactly what you are. my helpless little gooner. the second i show off my soles, slick and shining with oil, you’re already gone. you can’t fight it, you never even try. i tease you, stretch and wiggle my toes, letting that glossy shine catch your eyes and sink into your brain. i mock you for being so easy to control, laughing at how pathetic it is that a little oil on my feet is enough to have you twitching, throbbing, and stroking like a mindless puppet. you’re addicted, and you love being addicted to me.   i taunt you about how fast i can turn you on, how predictable you are, how i don’t even have to lift a finger. i just flex my soles and watch you melt. you’re my good little gooner, my weak and desperate plaything who can’t get enough of me. i make you chant it in your head, over and over: good gooner. good gooner. good gooner. the more you stroke, the deeper you fall, and the more i own you completely.   you’re mine, and all it takes is my oily soles to keep you locked in, under my spell.