It's so cute when a loyal and submissive girl presents herself not because she's prompted to do so...
But solely because she wants to serve her Goddess
You'll never see her pictures
You'll never see anything ๐
But you can thank her for being my good bimbo doll
Time for a little workout. I know you don't have the motivation or the energy to follow along with me
All you do, is waiting like a lazy mutt for those sweaty socks to drop into your mouth
Train your wallet instead. Make up for your laziness. Admit your defeat
Memories fade, images caught lively before your eye never stay true to the moment you set eyes upon me
But the sentiment is etched into your soul. My presence carved deep into your skin
Your senses fail, so frail. My imprint is eternal, never letting go
Embrace my eternity
Take a deep breath, for all is lost
There's no escape, there's no regret
You stutter, you stumble, you fall
Right into my arms, where you belong
The imagined touch of a perfect world
My eyes are your prison
Tears run down your face, shedding your past
All has been decided ๐
Your goal is to be useful. Never too far away, kept in place like a docile doll
Training every hole, until pure obedience follows
A prime example of a twisted, corrupted mind devoted to pleasing me
No sense of time nor any other distractions. Goddess is all that matters
Unpacking a new delivery. These are some delicious shoes. Seems like they're just made for kicking you into the dirt, don't they?
Go ahead, lean in closer and kiss them. Only once, a long lingering taste of what you can't have
And get ready to fund a next pair
The example in front of you, is a particular type of entitled asshole who would've otherwise have been ignored completely by me. Yet he was unlucky enough to message me on a stressful evening and thus gets exposed
Do examine the impatient agression he exhibits and pity the idiot
Nobody ever notices, nor do they see. Your entire day you hide away what you truly are. Avoiding their eyes, getting through your day as hours tick past
In my Elysium you transform into something completely else. Is it the straps? The chains? The vulnerable helplessness?
There
I'm enjoying my weekend. But I'm going to love it even more if I know you're degrading yourself just for me. Sinking into shame just to make me more money as you whore yourself out. Because lets face it, your customers love it when you blush as bright as the sun, don't they?
This is an invasion, an occupation
The foundation of my supreme domination
There's nothing you can do to sway me, nor stop
Physical destruction of your mental glee
The endless onslaught making you adore my idea
It's so simple, quickly get down
And watch my superiority surmount
You were thinking this is about you
You thought so when you entered
You kept misleading yourself when you stripped
You started doubting once on your knees
But once I plundered your phone
For every contact you have
And made you my object
You finally saw the focus on me
Perfect
If you know what's good for you
If you value true dominance and fucking amazing writing
If you want to pump or rub your mind to mush
If you want to be a happy little loser
Just shut up and send ๐
Your captivated love for me is universal, not easily caught in a single language
So do tell me in your own language how you would say: "I adore you, Divine"
Lets combine all those different languages and try to distill an universal praise for my presence