What would you do if you were sitting here before me? What would you want to do? What would you beg to do?

Would you beg to kiss my feet and each of my long, pretty toes? Would you be bold and daring; would you moan your desire to kiss in between my thighs?

Where else; hmmm? Where else do you want to kiss and lick and bury your face? In between my tits? My ass cheeks?

All of these are silly fantasies of course, because you’re not here with me. And nobody cares what you want or how much you beg for it.

You’re a slave, bitch.