Justin, bound at the wrists, kneels before the Goddess, his eyes wide with anticipation. She teasingly slides her stockinged feet along his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "Worship, slave," she purrs, presenting her soles. Justin's tongue flicks out, tasting the fabric, his own desires growing evident. The Goddess guides his head, her feet tracing patterns on his face, leaving him gasping for air. She pushes him down, her heels pressing into his back, marking him as her property, before lifting him up and forcing his mouth back onto her divine feet.