c’mon u kno what to do.
yeh, i’m going to keep telling you to “open up,” & “keep licking,” even tho I’m certain my hairy sweaty taint & rank stinkhole compel u regardless. I could sit back & say nothing & you’d worship, but why wouldn’t I use language to further ur predicament? enacting speech.
pronouncing the obvious turns me on so much & serves a great role - trapping u out of ur last compartments of self respect some part of u may have been clinging to & cementing my true ownership & what that means.
sure ur already lapping my musky gross asshole but I’ll keep instructing, “taste it,” “lick,” “keep licking,” - until it’s undeniable my words aren’t commands more so than they are decoration on bald reality that u don’t have a choice but to keep obeying, keep pleasing me. & the more my speech & godly presence twist ur fagbrain, ur frantic faglust becomes more meditative & at ease & I get off on the more servile & uninhibited pathetic behaviors u exhibit. i’m your purpose, i fulfill u & with my speech i show that its a purpose i’m actively constructing. beneath me, literally & metaphysically. eager & weak, & I’m above you, relaxed & calculating, plotting up new ways to exploit ur lowly station as my personal lint trap asswipe servant toy. funny how quickly i get so dark starting from simply remarking on ur behavior u exhibit receptive to my presence. 😈