Elis Euryale - Soles and Smoke Enslaved
I know you are dying of desire of worshiping my heels. As I smoke my cigarette, I see despair and devotion slowly appear in your eyes. You, you see how much I love to feel you enslaved by my power. As this power grows over you, you fully surrender. I use you as my ashtray, and the burns of the ashes on your tongue feel softer than water...
You are mesmerized by the smoke coming out of my shiny red lips, and when I order you to kiss my soles, again and again, you know being used is your only purpose, and purpose and desire are now the same feeling, a unique feeling led by true submission. Nothing else matters anymore than being a shoe worshiper and my ashtray, for my pleasure and my convenience.
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