Worship Through The Screen - You can’t touch me. You’ll neve..
Added 2025-05-24 02:01:12 +0000 UTCWorship Through The Screen - You can’t touch me. You’ll never have me. Not my body, not my voice, and definitely not my perfect, pampered feet. And yet here you are, kneeling in front of your screen like the desperate little loser you are — completely addicted to your bratty online goddess.
You stare like a helpless fool, lips parted, eyes wide, practically drooling over a woman you can never reach. I make you stroke your ego down to absolutely nothing while I lift myself up — reminding you that I’m the only thing you’ll ever need… and the one thing you’ll never deserve.
You’d give anything just to be at my feet. To be allowed to kiss my soles, lick between my toes, or even just smell them. But no. You’re not good enough for that. You don’t even get to be in the same room. All you get is the view — filtered through a screen — while I tease you with every little movement.
I stretch my legs out slowly, wiggle my toes, show off my soft arches… and you act like it’s a blessing. You kiss the air like a pathetic digital servant, worshipping every inch of me like it’s your religion. And I love watching you degrade yourself.
You’ll never touch me. You’ll never be worthy of my feet. But you’ll stay right there — stroking your obsession, begging for more, completely lost in the fantasy of a goddess who only exists on the other side of your screen.
You don’t just worship me. You belong to me.
