Kiss My Feet, Beg for the Bone
I don’t even need to say anything—you know with one look what I expect. My leash dangles from my toes, and with a single command, you obey. Crawl. Kiss. Desperately beg for your bone, my feet, my approval. I tease, torment, and finally choke you with my belt until you weep and confess your place in my creed. But your reward? Denied, ruined, humiliated. Because being humiliated by me is more than anything else. It will hurt to watch. Watch and pray for it
