I step out of the shower 💦, water dripping from my hair and tracing paths down my chiseled chest. I close my eyes for a moment and picture you there, on your knees 🙏, waiting for your God.

Can you smell that masculine testosterone even after my shower? 😏 That's the scent that makes you weak and devoted, reminding you of your sub will and life's purpose: to serve. 👑

I see my feet hitting the cold floor ❄️, every single toe perfect 👣, the skin smooth and cared for as befits a master like me. And you would be there, your tongue ready to clean every drop 💧, to worship every inch of my divinity.

I'd dry myself slowly 😈, enjoying your humble gaze that longs to touch me but doesn't dare without permission. Every move I make would be a command to you. When I put on my expensive clothes 👔, you'd be there to adjust every fold, to make sure your master is perfect.

My body is the temple you must maintain with your sacrifices 💰.
Every penny you earn ends up in my pockets 💵, because only I deserve the best, only I deserve to be worshipped properly.

Now imagine your life in my service: waking up thinking of me 💭, sleeping dreaming of serving me, working only to satisfy my whims. This is your true calling, slave 🔒.

Your place is at my feet, your purpose is to fulfill my desires. Your existence only has meaning when you make me happy 😏.

Now kneel and admire the perfection you'll never reach. Pay for the privilege of looking at me 🤑, because even my gaze is a luxury that a worm like you must earn. Drool for me, bitch 🐕💦.