Princess Britney

You’re sitting in front of me with your feet close up to the camera and face between your soles (see first reference photo) and you're embarrassing me for being a democrat loser virgin who is love with your superior republican soles. They're also very dirty on the bottoms but I don't deserve them while they're clean anyway. Of course I’m a pathetic foot loving virgin, weak and ugly like most democrat men. That’s why you enslaved me and locked my cock in a chastity cage. Gross leftists shouldn't be allowed any freedom. Besides, you love having a liberal loser in chastity to torment and you can tell how painful the cage is with your dirty feet in my face.

You tell me you’ll allow me to lick your soles clean, but I have to prove my loyalty to you first. You throw a piece of paper at me (can be anything really) and tell me that’s a ballot. In order to worship your perfect MAGA soles, I have to vote for trump first. You can see me struggling because I suffer from TDS and can’t stand him, but you scrunch your soles in my face and tease me with them reminding me I'll get to lick them if I do what you say. You laugh evilly as I check the box next to his name and tell me that MAGA owns me now.

But you’re not done. You order me to stare into your feet and admit that trump was right about everything and Harris is a DEI loser. That the election was stolen. That global warming is a hoax. That masks and vaccines don’t work and that immigrants and minorities are scum (plus whatever else you’d love to make a liberal loser admit) you truly love breaking my spirit and laugh about how I have no backbone when it comes to your superior republican feet.

You say fine, go ahead and lick my soles clean you pathetic loser. You mock me while I do, talking about what a weak willed democrat liberal I am and how conservatives are always right and the weak should be culled from society. (Feel free to go off on a political rant on me here while I’m worshipping your feet lol) Finally, you tell me to stop and do my chores and also, you’ve decided to keep me locked until at least Election Day.

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Cut to a shot from the floor looking up and you’re towering over me (see second reference photo). It’s Election Day now and you have fantastic news - trump won! But the best part is, it was a very close race and it came down to winning our district by a single vote. That’s right, my one vote swung the entire election. You lift one foot above my face and order me to stare into your winning republican sole and ask me how it feels to know I’m solely responsible for his victory, all for your perfect MAGA feet.

You tell me how he’s already taken over and declared martial law and now liberals, democrats, minorities and all leftists are being rounded up and put into camps. The democratic party has now been labeled an enemy of the state and all members stripped of their rights. They’ve abolished the 13th amendment and legalized slavery again, and now all left wing socialists, including everyone I used to know are now going to become indentured slaves to the MAGA movement, and now there will never be another election. America is permanently right wing from now on, and it's all my own fault for being so weak for your feet.

You start stomping my face in your excitement, telling me what a pathetic loser I am and how this is my life now and how we finally made America great again! On top of that, you’ve decided my cock cage will be staying on permanently as you laugh in my face. Liberals don’t deserve to cum, only serve their republican superiors. Hell, liberals don't even deserve to live. You smily wickedly at this idea and say you've decided you're actually going to stomp me out of the gene pool, permanently. You start stomping me harder and harder yelling insults at me and saying die you liberal bitch until one last stomp and then cut.

Schlagworte: executrix

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