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.
Sundays are for worshipping. I want those knees red & wallet out for me today. When you think you sent enough.. send again. Then again. And again till you’re used up completely.
