your pov when i use you as a slave the whole day, you’re not allowed to look at my face, look down and stare hungrily at my socks and sneakers, eagerly waiting for us to get home so you can remove them, smell them, kiss them and finally lap up my sweat
Look how pathetic you are working all day just to hand over your paycheck to a gothic goddess like me and making yourself useful (tiny bit) to relapse over my soft feet.
Now you are going to send me the value of what you have in your bank account and then you are going to send it to me so that I can spend it on things I don't need
