Each kiss I gave was a whisper of desire, a reminder of who held the control, and I lost myself deeper in that dominance with every passing second. I was at her feet, surrendered, but in that submission, I found the deepest freedom, the purest truth of who I was in that moment: her devotee, her slave, her admirer. And nothing in the world mattered more than continuing to kiss her feet, to worship the perfection of this Queen, the absolute keeper of my desire.
She remained quiet, but I knew what was happening between us went beyond words. I felt her power, her overwhelming femininity in every subtle movement she made. I was nothing but her devotee, drinking in her presence, worshiping her essence through this intimate, vulnerable, and intensely sensual act.
Each kiss I gave was a whisper of desire, a reminder of who held the control, and I lost myself deeper in that dominance with every passing second. I was at her feet, surrendered, but in that submission, I found the dee
