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What’s your excuse this time, Shyla? Used the wrong spell? Lost a duel with another witch? Or just being a little pervert? It’s pretty plain to see that you keep doing this cause you like me, or rather, like being under me. Most of my other mage friends aren’t spending all their time being worn by me, but you are.

At this point, you could just ask me to wear you, I would let you do that. But no, instead you find your own way to get under me. And you just have to do it while I’m out and about, forcing me to wear you. But I’ve caught onto your little charade. So today, you won’t be getting worn, I’m only keeping you on now to excite you enough to make the next few hours unbearable.

Y’know, you are so glad I don’t magic, otherwise, your stays as my shoes would last a lot longer, permanent even. That idea probably just sets your mind on fire with desire, doesn’t it? Well, if I did know magic I wouldn’t be the one wearing you. In fact, I wouldn’t know who’d be wearing you. All I’d do was find a spell to transform you into the shoes of the person you hate most of all.

You’d be getting your rocks off under a sworn enemy, maybe your boss, maybe an ex, who knows. Before I take you off I have to get one thing straight with you, next time you do this I’ll have one of my other mage friends do what I said, making you spend the rest of your life underfoot in misery.