You are nothing more than my obedient plaything. You kneel naked in front of me, ready to let me take control. Your only task: to pamper my round, leather-clad bottom and my divine feet in nylons - as you should.
You don't ask, you open your mouth when I want you to. You lie on the floor when I decide that you deserve nothing better. Your thirst doesn't matter - you accept what I give you, in humility and submission.
Whether golden showers or more: you will absorb, cleanse, lick until I laugh, until you cry, until your ego disappears. I will reduce you to what you really are - tool, container, object of my lust.
I sit on your face, my leather bum squeezes the air out of you and you only breathe what I let you. Your tongue works greedily, addictively. I spit on you because you need it. My feet rub over your face as I slowly tear you apart - only to take it all out of you again. Spit, mockery, control: that's all you get from me. And you love it because you know that's exactly what you're made for.