How does it feel.. existing as merely voyeur to such a powerful goddess.. having my perfect feet just inches from your face but commanded to kneel in stillness, worship silently... suppress all those fantasises of worshipping every inch of me. Unworthy of such pleasures.. no, you’re destined to a tormenting tease, unrelenting denial.. a test of true discipline. You know this view alone is worth everything.. you could sit and watch for hours, studying every detail of my divinity, knowing you don’t deserve my acknowledgement.