Down on your knees, tied up at my feet. You are already hard for me, aren’t you? The idea of being degraded and humiliated like this has you so turned on you can hardly think of anything else. I lean forward, so you can gaze at my cleavage, and spit right on your chest. It drips down your stomach onto your cock. There’s nothing you love more than being treated like a pathetic piece of dirt, spat on and helpless, is there?