Start to jerk off

His mind swirled with the memory of the humiliation, her sweaty feet pressed against his face, her mocking words—*Good boy*—echoing in his ears. His strokes quickened, each pump sending a fresh wave of pleasure through his body. He could almost smell her again, feel her presence looming over him. It didn’t take long before he reached the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his climax hit him like a freight train. His body tensed, and with a shuddering groan, he came, spilling into his hand as the pleasure washed over him in waves.

For a moment, his mind was blissfully blank, his body trembling from the intensity of his release. But as the euphoria faded, shame quickly took its place. Jake sat there for a moment, staring at the mess he'd made, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on him.

He hated it—*or at least he wanted to*—this new fetish, this craving for Karen's feet and dominance.

**** to change it, to take control of himself again, Jake quickly opened the app, navigating back to his stats.

He scrolled to the **Fetishes** section and hovered over the **Foot fetish**.

He tapped the edit button, his heart racing as he typed in a command to remove it. But as soon as he hit enter, the app flashed an error:

**"Command denied. Fetish locked."**

Jake's eyes widened in disbelief. The app had locked the fetish in place. He groaned in frustration, his mind reeling, but to his horror, the denial only seemed to make things worse. The thought of being stuck with this fetish, of being helpless to change it, sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through him. His cock twitched in his pants, growing hard again.

He was trapped, and part of him—deep down—was getting off on it.