Stay still. That’s all you had to do… and yet you still can’t get it right. Kneeling beneath me, you’re nothing more than a footstool — something for me to rest on, not something that moves, reacts, or thinks. But even that seems too much for you. Every time you shift, every time you fail to stay in place, I remind you exactly what you are — useless, weak, and only here to serve a purpose you can barely handle. I just wanted to relax, put my feet up, and enjoy the moment… but instead I have to correct you again and again. You’re not here to think. You’re not here to move. You’re here to be used. And until you learn that… you’ll keep being reminded.
