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First Words?

“Your Grace, I’m on my knees for your heels.”

(Fail to address me properly? Don’t waste my battery.)

What You’ll Do:

Beg, with trembling breath, to know which foot I might let you kiss in your mind tonight. (Left? Right? Or just stare from a distance like the starving little peasant you are?)

Whimper when I press my sole against the phone mic — that soft thud echoing in your ear like a curse you can’t escape.

Describe, in aching detail, how my foot owns your thoughts... even when you’re supposed to be working. Studying. Breathing.

 

Bonus Extortion (Because You’re Generous Like That):

          

 

Remember: Every syllable I purr is a privilege. Every pause? A test. Pass it by keeping your breath shaky, your voice desperate.

 Ready to prove devotion? Call or chat now.