GoddessJunebelle

I know you miss pressing your face against your phone screen wishing it was My soles that are against it. Imagine the scent and the

Lock yourself up. Then get down where you belong—at my feet. For the next 90 seconds, your attention is mine. Listen, obey, and worship

You swear to yourself but here you are right back when we started.
It’s the weakness pathetic little predictability about you that I

Looking up.
Staring at My feet.
Wondering if you’ve earned another second of My attention.

The answer depends on how useful your wallet