Humiliation of slave
I’m so beautiful, dressed up, in high heels with a smile, enjoying myself and my reflection… and there you are — naked, pathetic, on your knees at my feet. Do you remember how you begged me not to touch your best friend? How ridiculous. Now he’s my boyfriend, and you’ve become our little bitch. I love looking down at you, seeing you tremble, watching your eyes desperately search for the slightest drop of attention. I snap my fingers — and you bark, proving that you’re my . I snap again — and you pant heavily, ready to show how well-trained you are. I laugh, I call you pathetic, and at the same time I feel how much you can’t live without this humiliation.
You kiss my heels, lick my soles, polish them with your tongue, because you know — I must be flawless when I go out with my man to a fancy restaurant. And every little move I make, every laugh I give, drives the truth deeper into you — you are nothing. Just a doormat, just a toy, just an obedient bitch crawling wherever I tell you to.
Open to any custom and any fetish ;) text me divinemalena @ gmail.com