Don’t even attempt to convince Me that your night is only just beginning. I can see right through the facade to the weak, desperate mess that you already are. You crawl to Me, ready to worship, attempting to conceal your vulnerability as best you can. But you know as well as I do that if I catch even a glimpse of your weakness and desperation, I won’t hesitate to utterly dismantle you. Unfortunately for you, restraint has never been your strong suit. You stumble over your words as you whimper on your knees, your hand instinctively reaching for your throbbing cock, eager to indulge in pumping. I thought you claimed to be strong? I thought you believed you didn’t need this? Yet here you are, utterly undone. And after I’m through with you… you’ll be nothing more than My perfect little worship puddle, completely at My mercy.
