You said you were ready.
But nothing prepares you for the first taste. This is where obedience leaves theory… and coats your tongue.
Where fantasy becomes ritual.
Where your shame is swallowed like a sacrament, warm, real, inescapable. I won’t raise My voice.
I don’t need to.
I’ll guide you there with quiet cruelty, sweet words, and devastating precision.
And when I say the word, you’ll obey.
You’ll taste the truth.
And you’ll never be the same again. Because once you’ve tasted your place beneath Me,
you’ll crave the flavor of your own submission forever.