“The skyscrapers of Manhattan are just outside the window, but im fixated on the towering presence looming over me. There She is, my Empress, clad in Black Leather, standing stridently above me….”
You were made to kneel. To worship. To exist in devoted servitude under My regal gaze.
There is no sweeter peace than the moment your forehead touches My boot, knowing exactly where you belong.
Tell Me, pet… how deep does your devotion run?