Good morning, my dear and sweet slave. Another Monday and you wake up exactly as I imagined. Thirsty... thinking about me, about serving me, you want to come crawling, physically and mentally, trying, doing your best to be useful. While I start my week with my black coffee and a touch of cinnamon, on top, you start yours on your knees, on the floor. Without power or voice, without self-worth... Unless I grant it to you. While I drink my coffee, do you know what you should be doing? You should be licking the floor I walk on, thanking me for existing below you. May your week be productive, my dear. Even in your insignificance. If you want to come, come serving, obeying. Humiliating yourself, for me. #domme