Vocal Worship – Recite a fantasy in service to your Owner. Erotic, worshipful, or humiliating - your choice.
"At His Feet"
The marble floor was cold beneath my knees, a fitting contrast to the fire He had lit within me. I knelt in perfect stillness, spine straight, thighs parted just enough to reveal my readiness, eyes lowered in reverent submission. The scent of leather and sandalwood lingered in the air, His scent. It wrapped around me like invisible chains, more binding than steel.
He sat upon His throne, carved of dark wood and draped in deep purple and gold velvet. The color of His House. His gaze, steady and unyielding, held me there more surely than ropes ever could. I did not speak. I did not move. I existed only for His notice.
When at last He beckoned me with two fingers, I crawled to Him. Not as a woman, but as His kajira, branded not just on flesh, but on soul. I kissed the toes of His boots first, a prayer whispered into the polished leather. Then His knee. Then the inside of His thigh. With every kiss, I gave Him something, my heart, my mind, my soul, and my body, until all that remained was His.
He placed His hand atop my head, a wordless benediction that made my heart pound louder than the thunderstorm outside. I pressed my cheek to His thigh, trembling with gratitude and need.
“I live to serve You, my Master,” I whispered, voice thick with longing.
And I meant every word.