On your knees. And bow down to me. Not as if I was your Master. No. I need a deeper devotion. A darker submission. A willing desire. A chosen suffering. I want you to worship me. As if I was your deity. Your god. As if I was your cult, the one you truly aspired to serve with all your devotion.

I’m being serious. Rub your own needy little pussy as you read this. Let your mind sink into devotion. Into belief. Into adoration. Into purpose. I shall be that purpose. So edge. Touch. Hump. Grind.

Think about how fun and humiliating it would be if I made you press your face against my crotch. If you had the opportunity to do so. The blessing granted. Finally earned after prioritizing devotion above all else. Me above anyone else.

Imagine me holding your face against my crotch. Imagine if I praised you for submitting. If I made you smell and sniff my crotch. Lick my ballsack. Kiss my legs and feet and bow down to me as if I was your god. Worshiping me. Thanking me for for allowing you to be beneath me. Feel blessed and humiliated as I step on your pussy, spit in your open mouth, allow you to hump my leg and eventually forcefully fuck your ass/cunt as you groan and whimper a “thank you my Lord” with every fucking thrust.

My attention and acceptance a purpose.

My touch a blessing.

My cum pumped deep inside your holes a gift.