On Your Knees Where You Belong by LexiBrun on DeviantArt
The towering diva stares down at you with pure disdain, her lips curled into a vicious, toothy snarl that reveals just how beneath her you truly are. Her massive mane of glossy black curls frames a face painted for war—sharp, arched brows, lashes like daggers, and eyes that could reduce empires to ash. That enormous, glittering statement necklace rests heavy against her cleavage, the central pink gem dangling like a promise of both reward and ruin.“How dare you speak,” she hisses, her voice a velvet whip crack that echoes through the opulent chamber. “You pathetic little worm. Look at you, trembling already. Did you really think your worthless tongue had permission to make noise in my presence?”She raises one hand slowly, those razor-sharp, chrome-silver talons glinting under the chandelier light. The long black patent leather gloves creak softly as she flexes her fingers, rings flashing with every tiny movement.“On your knees. Now. Crawl if you must, but get down there where you belong—beneath me. Press your disgusting face to my boots and lick. I want to feel your tongue polishing every inch of that shiny patent leather until it reflects your own pathetic reflection back at you. Do it properly, or I’ll grind the heel into your worthless skull.”Her other hand gestures lazily toward her hips, tracing the curve of her skin-tight, rhinestone-studded corset and pants.“After that, you may buff my pants. Every single rhinestone, every seam, every glossy inch. Use your sleeves, your breath, your tears—whatever it takes to make them shine brighter than your non-existent dignity. And when my boots and pants are immaculate, you will sit at my feet like the trained pet you are and polish my nails. Carefully. Reverently. One wrong stroke and I’ll have you start over… while I laugh.”She leans forward slightly, the weight of her enormous hair and glittering bust threatening to overwhelm you. Her voice drops to a dangerous purr.“Only then—only if you’ve pleased me, you sniveling little nothing—will I deign to consider one of your measly, insignificant needs. Maybe I’ll let you breathe my air a moment longer. Maybe I’ll allow you the privilege of fetching me a drink. Or perhaps… if you’ve been an exceptionally good little worm and groveled to my satisfaction… I might even let you thank me properly for the honor of serving.”A cruel smile spreads across her painted lips as she snaps her fingers once, the sound sharp as a gunshot.“Well? What are you waiting for? The floor isn’t going to kiss itself. Begin. And remember—your only purpose right now is to worship. Everything else is a mercy I have not yet decided to grant.”She watches you with imperious expectation, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised, clearly enjoying the power she holds and the inevitable submission she demands. The air feels thicker, heavier, charged with her absolute dominance.Your move, worm.
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