On your knees, right where you belong. You know what to do—take my flip-flops and run your tongue along every used, dirty inch. I don’t need to raise my voice. I don’t need to scream. Just the sound of my calm, commanding tone is enough to make you melt into the floor. You’re not here for pleasure. You’re here to serve, to submit, and to be reminded of your place—beneath my feet. This isn’t about reward. It’s about surrendering completely… while I watch you degrade yourself just for the chance to taste me.
