Training at the Temple
Sequel to Training at the Villa: it's the next morning, and you've been instructed to remain in the waiting position at the pool. you've been fitted with a new shock collar that responds to My voice command and ensures My amusement as you serve and suffer for the honour. As I step out on the deck, your head is lowered at My divine latex feet in strappy stilettos. At all times you are to anticipate My commands, obeying every order immediately - kissing My soles in devotion as I snap My finger, polishing My latex feet thoroughly with your tongue, assuming the positions you have practiced all night in the cage. Serving My drink and assuming the ashtray position, with that mouth open wide to receive the only meal you'll be eating today. A delicacy for a pathetic slave! Swallow and savour My ash and cigarette butt I grind out on your tongue, burning for My desire. As you assume the floor position, you receive the lowest yet most privileged view beneath Me, adoring your Goddess high above an inferior worm like you. Keep that face still as I rest My heels on it, relax and enjoy the sun.
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