You were born to kneel. Let’s be real, you’ve always known it. Deep down, you’ve always craved this. The smell of my heels on your chest. The way your body reacts before your brain even catches up. The sound of your own voice begging for permission to exist. Because you know, a woman like me isn’t just a dream. I’m a blessing. And you? You’re lucky to be here. Lucky to kneel. Lucky to serve at the feet of a Goddess so seductive, that I deserves every ounce of your worship. You weren’t built for freedom. You were built to obey. And I know you love it. The way your cock twitches when I call you “good boy”. The way your balls ache when I remind you of your place. The way your mouth waters when I finally let you milk that cock for me with release. So get on your knees, subby. Stroke that dick. Beg. Worship. Obey. And when you’re finished? Thank me for giving you purpose.
