You’ll listen because you can’t resist.
My voice drips inside your mind, curling around every weakness you try to hide.
My feet — flawless, fresh
and before you know it, you’re begging to serve,
to taste, to worship, to be used.
Each word peels another layer of control from you,
until you’re nothing but need.
A mindless worshipper.
A vessel for My pleasure.
A slave to My soles.
You’ll listen because you can’t resist.
My voice drips inside your mind, curling around every weakness you try to hide.
My feet — flawless, fresh
and before you know it, you’re begging to serve,
to taste, to worship, to be used.
Each word peels another layer of control from you,
until you’re nothing but need.
A mindless worshipper.
A vessel for My pleasure.
A slave to My soles.