No

“You clearly don’t appreciate what feet can do,” she says, as her foot kicks your head back, knocking you to the ground.

As you lie there, she stamps down hard on your stomach, and as you double up, she kicks your balls, sending your pain into the stratosphere.

“Now, these feet are going to break you,” she informs you, as you lie there. “They are going to systematically kick and stamp on every part of your body, over and over again, and then they will trample you beneath them.”

She’s true to her word, and the beatdown begins. She occasionally gives you time to recover, telling you how she’s doing it for your own good, before starting over again, mercilessly kicking and stomping all over your body, putting fresh bruises in top of your fresh bruises.

Finally, as you lay there, pain all over, unable to move, she steps on top of you, walking from your ankles. over your battered legs, over your swollen cock and balls that have been kicked far too many times, over your bruised stomach and chest, until finally she is standing on top of your face, her feet now on top of your mouth and nose.

She stands there, smothering you, and you’re too weak to do anything, so you just lie there in darkness, pain still coursing through your body, waiting for welcome unconsciousness to arrive.

“Next time you’ll kiss my foot,” are the last words you hear.