At the Feet of Divinity
There’s a reason I have you beneath me. It’s to reinforce your proper place. To show reverence you’ll worship and adore me how I command you. I can allow you to touch me, or I can banish you. Of course you don’t want the latter. My scent is trapped in these Wolford stockings. If you follow my instructions, I’ll allow you to bury your face in them. Good things come to those who are patient. Eventually you’ll wash my feet with your tongue.