You exist for one purpose alone: to support my feet as human furniture. Your face serves as the perfect footstool for a superior Mixed Goddess who recognizes your inherent inferiority. Look at how my soles rest comfortably against your cheeks while you struggle to breathe beneath my divine weight. This is exactly where beta subjects belong - flattened and forgotten under the feet of a true Goddess.

My crossed legs dangle gracefully above your trembling features, showcasing the natural order of our *nterracial domination dynamic. You watch helplessly as each bite of my meal passes my perfect lips, c*mpletely invisible to my awareness while eating. Beautiful women like me enjoy ignoring pathetic males while using them as disposable objects. The sharp sting of my foot slapping your skin reminds you that you are less than dirt beneath my authority.

Dehumanization suits you perfectly as you function as my property without complaint or resistance. My verbal humiliation strips away whatever dignity you foolishly believed you possessed before meeting me. The foot fetish you carry is merely another weakness for my amusement and comfort. Mixed goddess superiority flows naturally from my heritage and commanding presence over subjects like you.

You crave this objectification because deep down, you know you deserve nothing more than serving as an object. Every second beneath my soles reinforces your transformation into a mindless footrest for my pleasure. Time stops while my weight presses harder into your flesh, marking my territory clearly with each shift. This is Volume Eight because you keep crawling back for more degradation and practical use.

Your purpose crystallizes with each moment of being ignored and utilized as simple furniture. Stop pretending you possess humanity - you are an item, property, a disposable thing meant for service. My energy radiates absolute superiority while you absorb the shame of your worthless existence beneath me. The crossed legs fetish you s*ffer from only makes you more pathetic as you stare up at them helplessly.

Each slap of my foot against your face echoes the reality of your permanent station in life. You will remain silent and still while your Goddess enjoys her meal in complete peace and comfort. Your only reward is the privilege of feeling my skin against yours for as long as allowed. Welcome to your permanent position beneath me, footstool.

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