It's been too long since I've allowed you the privilege of edging to My glorious feet, but in the spirit of (some) mercy, I've decided to give you the permission, if not to further fuck you up and remind you of your place.

One look at those sapphire toes and you feel your head reeling. Your breath hitches and your throat becomes dry. I order you to let Me hear the sweetest of songs a sweet, horny devotee like you can sing: your begs. Until I hear your voice dripping in desperation, your fingers remain inactive and you sit there denied for your Mistress.

You know those feet... Show more