This is your life now, loser—on the outside, watching like the pathetic, worthless bitch you are. While My real slave is at My feet, worshipping every inch of My perfect soles, you sit there trembling, humiliated, knowing you’ll never be good enough to take his place.

I talk directly to you, reminding you of your insignificance, mocking your weakness, and laughing at how desperate you are just to watch. Every lick, every kiss, every second of devotion My slave gives is a painful reminder that you’ll always be nothing more than a spectator, groveling for crumbs of My attention. Your...

This is your life now, loser—on the outside, watching like the pathetic, worthless bitch you are. While My real slave is at My feet, worshipping every inch of My perfect soles, you sit there trembling, humiliated, knowing you’ll never be good enough to take his place.

I talk directly to you, reminding you of your insignificance, mocking your weakness, and laughing at how desperate you are just to watch. Every lick, every kiss, every second of devotion My slave gives is a painful reminder that you’ll always be nothing more than a spectator, groveling for crumbs of My attention. Your place is on the sidelines, loser, where you fucking belong.