Prison food (Patreon)

Here we see one of my most rebelious slaves. He never listened and believed he desreved something like freedom. Ridiculous ! So as he was rotting in his cell he only would get food if he worshipped my marvelous feet for an apropriate duration of time. Through time the feeling of hunger wouldnt wake in him the desire too eat but rather toassociate this feeling with the need to pay the respect and adoration to my feet they deserve. By now he doesnt even care if the only food he gets is the dirt sticking to my soles. He wants nothing but the taste of his divine mistress. Everything else is not important to him.