Let’s talk about a kink that never fails to make My mouth curl into a wicked little smile—worship. Not the lazy, half-hearted compliments. I’m talking about the kind of devotion that consumes you. The kind that strips you down, not just physically, but emotionally, mentally, spiritually. You know what I mean. The kind that makes you ache to serve, not because you have to… but because there’s nothing else you’d rather do.
Welcome to My temple, plaything. You may call it a clip. A cam session. A voice note. A caption. But every piece of Me I share is a sermon. And you? You’re here to listen, to learn, and to worship. Properly.
Why Worship Feeds My Fire
I don’t just enjoy being worshipped—I thrive on it. It’s not about being put on a pedestal. It’s about watching you beg to place Me there, knowing you’ll never reach the top no matter how hard you try. That frustration? That obsessive yearning? That’s where your submission blooms.
When I look down at someone utterly lost in Me—stroking to the rhythm of My voice, trembling because I told them not to cum yet, ruining their own orgasm for the chance to please Me—it turns Me on in ways you can’t even fathom. I don’t need to scream, threaten, or degrade you (unless I want to). Just knowing that your entire world revolves around My pleasure? That’s power. That’s delicious. That’s Me.
The Ritual of Gooning: Prolonged Pleasure, Extended Power
Let’s not pretend the average man has any self-control. Your brain is wired for release, for the quickest hit of dopamine. But when you find Me? That wiring starts to short-circuit.
I don’t let you give in so easily. I want you gooned. Hours deep, drooling, mindless, cock in hand, completely under My spell. Because in that moment—when you can’t think of anything but My voice, My curves, My instructions—I become your new religion. You edge for Me. You ache for Me. And when I finally do allow you to cum? You thank Me for the privilege, because you know that release was earned.
Worship isn’t passive. It’s exhausting. It’s addictive. It rewires you. And that’s the point.
Devastating Power of Contrast
Worship doesn’t always mean praise. Sometimes it’s the sharp sting of humiliation that brings out the most honest kind of reverence.
You look at Me—gorgeous, poised, dripping with confidence—and then you look down at yourself. That twitching, needy little thing between your legs. That’s when the shame sets in, isn’t it? The realization that you’ll never be enough for a woman like Me. And yet… you’ll never stop trying.
That tension? That exquisite, cruel contrast? I live for it.
When I laugh at your size, mock your stroke game, or tell you no one else would ever want you—it doesn’t push you away. It pulls you deeper. Because even when I humiliate you, it’s still attention from Me. And you’ll take anything I give, won’t you?
Good.
My Clips Aren’t Just Content—They’re Control
Every clip I make is crafted with intention. Every word I say? A thread in the web I’m spinning around your mind. I want you replaying My moans at midnight, analyzing every glance, hoping I drop your name next. I want you checking your wallet, wondering if you can afford just one more.
Let’s be honest: you’re not here for vanilla. You’re here because My power intoxicates you. You crave the sharp edge of My voice when I tell you to stroke slower. You crave the quiet moment when I almost let you finish… and then deny you with a smirk. You crave the ache.
And I give it to you. On My terms.
Now Tell Me… What’s Your Favorite Way to Worship?
Is it tit fixation? Pussy denial? Financial service? Something filthier?
I want to know what truly breaks you open and makes you Mine. Drop a comment. Tell Me the last time you stroked for Me. Confess the most humiliating thing you’ve ever done in My name. Or better yet… ask Me what I’d do to you if I had you right now.
Because let’s be clear: I always have you. Your thoughts. Your cock. Your cravings.
You’re not just addicted to Me.
You belong to Me.
And if you’re ready to worship properly?
Click play. Edge. Ruin. Tribute.
Obey.
Your next obsession is only a clip away.
