You know you can not resist this perfection...
So silky... so sheer... so divinely lined with a perfect seam...
You can not think of anything now, but My beautiful silky soles on your face... dreaming to be under them weak and horny, as the loser like yourself should be in My presence ...
Crawl down where you belong, weak boy
and pay to worship...
pay to be there
pay for your own perfect paradise or hell
Divine almost unbearable torture
of this abusive powerful need that is burning you from the inside right now
On your knees!
Worship! Pay!Plead!
Pay again as I crumble your will!
Pay! Worship! Obey!
NOW!
Miss M.
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