Beautiful Existance
What is it like devoting your life as My slave that waits on Me hand and foot 24/7... Imagine a morning in the life of serving as My house slave. There is no greater honor and privilege then this. To be kept as My pet, My servant, My slave boy. Living the dream. Laying beneath My bed, desperately awaiting the morning kiss to My divine stocking feet. Feeling Me look down on you as I use you as My footstool, you would not dare to look up. The snap of My perfect fingers controls the slave like a puppet string, it is programmed with instant obedience. Always underneath, always worshiping and ready to be of service. Licking My heels under the kitchen table while I drink My morning coffee. A slave drinks My sacred spit from a dogg bowl with absolute gratitude, for it knows that it does not deserve such an honor. What a beautiful existence, to be My property.
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