Sundays Are For Worship
Your benevolent brat god has given you the illusion of choice. you can unpixelate ONE part of my body. Shiny belly button rings are a goons vice but you nasty losers canโt resist an armpit
whatโs your choice, pindick?
โขfemdom findom relapseโข
This is what you want. My hand on your face like I already own the rest of you. These glowing and hypnotic eyes pulling every thought out of your head and replacing it with Me.
The collar. The glove. The way I look at you like youโre already dripping and I havenโt even been touched yetโฆ
Youโre staring because you canโt help it. Because the second I lean in, your body goes stupid and eager.
You want my fingers in your mouth. You want my spit on your tongue.
You want to be held there until the only thing left in your head is how good it feels to give inโฆ
You donโt just want my touch.
You want the control that comes with it. You want to feed on my power the same way Iโm feeding on youโฆslow, hungry, inevitable.
Keep staring.
Thatโs how the obsession starts.
Thatโs how it stays and pollutes your weak mindโฆ ๐