It Wasn’t Food Until She Stepped In It
“Do you know why this is food? Because I touched it. Because I stepped in it.” I didn’t forget
Foot Feeding
You don’t get fed. You get used to feed. This tag collects rituals and stories where meals become obedience—served from her sole, her heel, her discarded crumbs. Nothing is shared. Everything is taken. Scroll down slowly. What you’ll see isn’t nourishment. It’s hierarchy. And if you're hungry already… that’s exactly how she wants you. Stay low. Mouth open. Don’t expect a thank you.
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