You, like so many others, are hopelessly obsessed with me. Normally I consider this no big deal, but you’re MARRIED. I’m sure your wife pays you no mind and you were just so bored and lonely before you found me. Now you probably lock yourself in your bathroom to worship me for hours at a time. I’m perfect from head to toe. You can’t get enough. You want to be my little bitch, my puppet, my plaything. You want to spoil me, spend on me, make me happy, hear me call you good boy. I’m so above you in so many ways.
Category: Worship