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• Wait Until I Say So

  December 14, 2025

  Wait Until I Say So

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  “Waiting is how you prove devotion to me,” I intone, my voice a low, percussive command that reverberates in the charged silence between us. My long black hair cascades like a waterfall of night around my porcelain face as I fix him with an icy gaze, dominant and expectant. The air is heavy with the weight of unspoken demands, the sheer force of my will holding him in thrall.

  He stands before me, tall but trembling, his eyes downcast in submission. “Restraint is key to serving me, pet,” I continue, my words dripping with condescension and superiority. “Dominance is not simply asserting control, but knowing when to hold back, to let the anticipation build, to savor the sweet nectar of obedience.”

  I take a step closer, my heels clicking crisply on the marble floor. Time itself seems to slow as I weave a spell of command, my presence suffusing the space with an aura of authority that brooks no dissent. “You will learn to wield patience like a weapon, to make your subjugation a work of art in delayed gratification.”

  His chest rises and falls with staccato breaths, a telltale sign of the desperate longing to please me. “And when my displeasure mounts, as it surely will, you’ll know better than to question my whims. You’ll obey long before I ever need to repeat myself.” With a dismissive flick of my wrist, I sever the connection, leaving him to simmer in the crucible of his own unfulfilled need.

  Kneel and be adored,

  Lilith

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• Worship My Steps

  November 7, 2025

  Worship My Steps

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  My foot fetish devotees always tremble when I whisper that foot worship is sacred beneath my goddess feet. With long, raven black hair cascading down my porcelain skin, I embody an ancient, dark allure that leaves them weak in the knees. Plump, crimson lips curl into a sinful smile as I command them to kneel before me, their eyes glazing over in awe and desperate adoration.

  Each devout supplicant knows their place — at the altar of my exquisite, high-heeled footwear. I command them to untie the laces and peel off the satin, revealing my divine soles. They gasp at the sight, hands shaking as they trace the elegant arches, the delicate lines of the toes. My gentle guidance turns to sharp instruction as I order them to massage the balls, to lick and suck the salty dew that gathers on my skin.

  And then the true humiliation begins. I order them to place my feet in their mouths, to breathe in the intoxicating scent of my feminine power. They choke and gag, tears streaming down their faces as I manipulate their heads, forcing them to worship my insteps with their tongues. All the while, I gaze down at them with a triumphant, dominant glare, my corseted curves a perfect frame for the raw, beastly hunger in my eyes.

  Finally, I release them, my lips curling in disdain. “Kneel, sinner,” I command, pointing to the ground at my feet. “Kiss them again, until you understand that heaven starts at my feet.” And as they desperately press their lips to my soles, I know they’ll remain forever under my spell, enthralled by the dark, goddess-like power of my foot fetish.

  Kneel and be adored,

  Lilith

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