Let's take every fantasy away from the table.
Your femd0m k!nks
Ch@stity, everything.
Now, what do you have? What are you left with? Do you still want to serve her?
Or were you just serving your desires all along? Do you call it servitude or was it just a quick release - an outlet for you to pump and dump.
Real submission begins when all the pleasure is taken away, a subservient bends in face of sacrifice, when his needs vanishes, and her desires come foremost.
Deprivation is the litmust test for the highest form of service, and frankly the only one.
Agenda for today: Slow rest and recovery from monstrous period that I have. Connecting with my gorgeous moots, a good boy funding my entire day, nothing less.
Would you agree that you are a mere wallet who opens like a sl*tty purse at my command?
Ready to be opened wide.
As I take a thick wad of cash out.
And you just collapse all empty.
Deities have no gender, yeah? Then why does it feel different when you worship a goddess like me. Why every bone in your body wants to be broken in order to be made anew in my presence. Why does your soul wither in my absence. Why do you feel like a wreck when I don't shower you with attention and most importantly, why do you feel you are in purgatory, a lifeless limbo when I am not there to guide you.