I don’t even have to speak, you know what I expect with just a look. My leash dangles from my toes and with a single phrase, you obey. Crawling. Kissing. Desperate for your bone, my feet, my approval. I tease, torment, and finally gag you on my strap until you cry and confesses your place in my Creed.
But your reward?
Denied, ruined, humiliated.
Because being degraded by me turns you on more than anything. You’ll ache watching it.
