Don’t get it twisted, because I’ll gleefully slap sense into you!
Do whatever you want to me Goddess! Use me for your pleasure.
My face lights up with the most wicked grin.
You enter my candle lit, warm space. I instruct you to strip and prostrate on the floor at my feet. I sit in my throne fully clothed as you kiss my feet. The only time I permit you to lift your head, eyes down of course, is so I can slap your face. The sound and feel of my soft hands striking your skin is the ultimate aphrodisiac to me. You pathetic little worm, desperate to feel my hand strike your face- I raise my hand and command you to look at me- I spit on you with a glint in my eyes. You thank me. Every drop, every slap, you lap up like the good little worm you are.
You foolishly assume, and even more foolishly proceed to vocalise, your desire to worship me intimately, assuming this will please me. I laugh in your face, I am simultaneously amused and unimpressed. What pleases me is dependent on the mood *I* am in and wherever my whims take the adventure. What you want and what you think is pure selfishness and entitlement- and not submitting to or pleasing me. You pay for this assumption as I make you crawl to the bathroom, on the cold floor, shoving my worn panties under your nose. I blindfold you with the panties, make you lie on the hard tiles in my bathroom and squat over your face- my perfect lips spread and close enough for you to breathe in the scent of. You whimper. I proceed to drench you in my champagne- allowing you to open your mouth and consume a nice big mouthful before I drench the rest of your body. I laugh and tell you that is as close as you will ever get to it. Not even worthy of looking at it. You beg me for release, and I keep laughing. I am enjoying this a lot, watching you whimper and beg as I keep laughing. I make you lie there, on that cold floor, silent, still and drenched while I enjoy a nice hot coffee, my face beaming with pure joy. Giving you the time to reflect on what true submission feels like.
So don’t get it twisted, if you are fortunate enough to enjoy the privilege of submitting to me, my pleasure, desires and needs are your top prioritity. I won’t hesitate to remind you of this. If you are not truly intending to surrender and submit, be honest with yourself first - because you can’t be honest with me if you aren’t honest with yourself.