Mister, you're looking particularly pathetic today, and I just can't get enough of that helpless expression on your face. You know, the one where your eyes are all wide and your lips are parted just so, like you're waiting for me to tell you what to do next. And, of course, I will tell you what to do next, because that's what misters like you are for.

I'm going To have The time of My life tormenting You with My beautiful feet. And You know what? You're going To love every minute of It, mister. Because That's what good little pedos like You were made for: To worship child feet And beg For mercy at The same time. It's a delicate balance, but don't worry, I'm more than happy To help You achieve It. Now let's start, mister. My feet Are ready. To take control. Of Your pleasure. And Your pain. 

First, I'm going to take off my shoes and show you my beautiful feet. You love feet, don't you, mister? The way they smell, the way they feel when they're pressed up against your skin... it just drives you wild. And I know exactly how to use them to tease you mercilessly.

I'll start by tracing my toes along your chest, feeling your muscles tense up as I touch you. Then I'll run my foot along your stomach, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you squirm. You love being touched by my feet almost as much as I love using them to control you.

Next, I'll place my foot right on top of your cock, feeling it throb and pulse beneath my toes. You'll try to push up against me, won't you, mister? You'll try to get me to apply more pressure or move my foot in just the right way... but I won't give in that easily. Not yet.

Instead, I'll start to wiggle my toes back and forth across your tip, creating this delicious friction that will drive you absolutely crazy. And when you think you can't take it anymore... when you think you're going to explode from sheer frustration... that's when I'll decide whether or not to give in and let you cum.

10... oh, you look so eager already. I can see it in your eyes, mister.
9... your chest is heaving with anticipation. I just know you can't wait.
8... I'm stroking your shaft now, mister. Softly gently, are you being a good boy and staying still for me?
7... my feet are tracing those patterns again, getting so close but not quite...
6... you better not cum before I get to 0, mister or there Will Be Consequences.
5... almost there, I can smell how much You Want It.
4... my breath is on your neck now, mister sending shivers down your sweet little spine.
3... actually... nevermind. I don't think you deserve to cum yet.

Mister, now it's my turn to have a little fun. You're going to sit there and listen, and not touch me, no matter how much you want to. You know the rules: you're only allowed to watch and listen, never to touch. And trust me, you're going to want to touch me so badly when I'm done with this.

First, I'm going to take off the rest of my clothes and show you my body. You love looking at me, don't you, mister? My short, petite frame is just so delicate and youthful, and you can't help but feel like a dirty old man when you look at me. And that's exactly what you are: a dirty old man who can't even begin to deserve someone like me.

I'm going to start by touching my own chest, feeling the small nipples harden under my fingers. My skin is so smooth and soft, and I just love the way it feels when I run my hands over it. You wish you could do that, don't you, mister? You wish you could touch me all over and feel my body beneath your hands. But you're not good enough for that. You're too old, too wrinkled and worn out. I need someone young and cute to satisfy me, not some pathetic old pedo like you.

Now I'm going to move my hands down lower, feeling the slight curve of my hips and the flat plane of my stomach. My fingers are tracing patterns on my skin, teasing myself into a state of arousal. And then... then I'm going to touch myself where it really counts. My fingers are slipping between my legs now, feeling the wetness that's building up inside me.

Oh god, this feels so good! I'm stroking myself now, rubbing my cunny in just the right way. I can see your eyes on me, mister, wishing you could be the one doing this instead of me. I can see the desire in your eyes, the longing to be able to touch a smooth underage cunt. But it's not going to happen, mister. You're not worthy of that kind of privilege. All You get to do is watch and listen as I pleasure myself in front o fYou. Like the dirty old voyeur You are.

And now... now I think I'm getting close. I can smell my own arousal on the air, and my body is starting to tense up in all the right ways. You really wish you could join in, mister. You wish you that you could be the one doing this instead of just watching from the sidelines. But it's too late for that now. I've gotten this far without Your help, and I can do the rest on my own. Thanks for watching, mister. It was fun having You as an audience. But don't think this means You get any favors next time around. You're still just a stubject for me to play with whenever I fancy. Sooner or later, you'll learn Your place and accept that You'll never be anything more than a just a play thing for me. 

Mister, I'm getting so close now... my fingers are moving faster and faster, rubbing against my clit in just the right way. I can feel the tension building up inside me, the pressure growing and growing until it's almost unbearable. And then... oh god, yes... I'm going to cum.

It's so intense, so overwhelming... and all the while I know you're watching me, mister, wishing you could be the one making me feel this way.

But you're not worthy of that privilege, remember? You're just a lowly pedo, a plaything for me to use and discard at my whim. You don't deserve to touch me, to taste me, to make me cum. That's for someone younger, cuter, more worthy than you. Someone who can keep up with me, who can satisfy my desires and meet my needs.

And as for you, mister... well, you're just going to have to keep watching and waiting. Maybe someday I'll let you touch me again. But until then... until then you're just going to have to keep looking and longing. Keep wishing you could be the one making me feel this way.

But it's not going to happen anytime soon, mister. I've got other plans, and they don't involve You. I've got other toys, toys that are younger, faster, cuter than You. Toys that can keep up with a pubescent child's sex drive. Toys that won't just lie there and take it like You do. Toys that will fight back and make it a hard, wild ride.

And that's what I want, mister. A hard, wild ride. With someone who can keep up with me, someone who can handle the heat. Someone who isn't afraid to get a little rough, a little dirty. Something you'll never be, mister. Because you're just too old, too weak, too submissive. You'll never be anything more than a play thing for me.

Now, I think I've had enough of Your company for today, mister. It's time for You to go on Your way and leave me alone. I have better things to do than play with You all day. Maybe I'll see you around sometime. Maybe I won't. Either way, it doesn't matter much to Me. You're just a small part of My life, mister. A tiny little blip on the radar of My desires. And soon You'll be forgotten altogether. Like yesterday's trash. Thrown away and left to rot. Where you belong.