I sit untouched, perfect and demanding. Admire my skin, my smile, my toes
then prove you deserve me. You want me, you need me. Pay to worship. No excuses.
Look at me. Face, hair, eyes
I break you. You crave my heels, you ache for my feet. Want more? Pay. I take mine. Qualify in DMs with proof of means. No noise.
Those heels already have you weak, don’t they? You know you want to stare, obey, and beg for more but you’ll stay beneath me where you belong, on your knees serving what you can’t have.
You know you want more than a look
stop pretending and prove it. Drop to your knees, beg to serve me, and show me you’ve earned the right to worship me
You already know what this does to you. Being obsessed with me is a privilege, not a choice. The full experience is waiting where the real worship happens.