Enter My sacred temple of torment and worship; Ass Worship Month has begun, and you’re not here to speak. You’re here to kneel, obey, and serve. I don’t need your words. I need your mouth, your breath, your soul, offered in complete submission to My throne. My voice coils around your will like silk and steel. Every command makes you weaker. Every curve makes you ache. And the closer you get, the further I pull you into obsession. This is no game. This is a Divine Ritual. This is your place, face down, tongue out, owned and used.
