Kneel there, loser, staring at My perfect boots and skintight PVC, knowing you’re absolutely nothing to Me. I’m too busy replying to other slaves’ messages to even notice you. you’re just a pathetic little decoration at My boots, silently hoping for scraps of attention you don’t deserve.

If you’re lucky— really fucking lucky—I might give you a single minute of My time when I’m done. But don’t count on it. Watching you squirm and suffer while I ignore you is far too much fun. Stay there, loser. You exist for My amusement, and right now, I’ve got better things to do.

Kneel there, loser, staring at My perfect boots and skintight PVC, knowing you’re absolutely nothing to Me. I’m too busy replying to other slaves’ messages to even notice you. you’re just a pathetic little decoration at My boots, silently hoping for scraps of attention you don’t deserve.

If you’re lucky— really fucking lucky—I might give you a single minute of My time when I’m done. But don’t count on it. Watching you squirm and suffer while I ignore you is far too much fun. Stay there, loser. You exist for My amusement, and right now, I’ve got better things to do.