

You kneel where you belong; head lowered, eyes unworthy to rise above my feet. The rest of me is beyond your reach, beyond your privilege—censored from your view, as it should be. All you deserve is this: the smooth leather beneath your tongue, the taste of submission, the quiet humiliation of knowing your purpose.
You worship, you serve, and I watch, amused; as you prove that this is all you are meant for.
Love,
Dulci
xoxo