There’s something to it really, when pushing my toes into your mouth, stretching your lips around my foot as I occupy where your tongue should fit. The murmured, spittling whimpers that escape as you’re finally permitted to gag on my toes.
Much the same delight as when I’m smothering you, the lace gusset of my panties grinding against your nose and mouth, depriving you of air or hopes of getting any closer to my divine body than that.
You, counting your blessings when you’re there, because you know the crush of my divine ass is the only way you’ll ever be allowed to touch it.
Me, provided with the blissful opportunity to luxuriate, to put you in your place in silence.
And that’s really what I want. To bring the you, this weak, meek little thing to your knees, and show you it is where you’ve belonged all along. To choke out your voice, and make clear that Mine is the one that matters. I already know you’ve always secretly wanted a strong woman to take the lead on your life, you just didn’t know how. But that’s okay, because I do know how, and I revel in commanding firm instruction. So come to Me quietly. Respectfully. And learn to enjoy the sweet sound of silence.