What would it be like to kneel in front of me, nervously awaiting my attention? Would you feel awe immediately? Or would you slowly succumb to my will? How long would it take before my satin touch made you a helpless slave to my whims? I am the elegant, austere beauty that you know you cannot reach so you are required to kneel at my feet. Allow me to explain how you will serve me.. what it would truly be like to be right here..
