"Lick," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. She obeyed without hesitation, dropping to her knees and pressing her face against the cold leather of his shoe. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the surface hungrily as she savored the taste of his dominance. The collar around her neck was a constant reminder of her place, a symbol of her submission and devotion. She would do anything to please him, to earn his approval.

Dehumanized and objectified, she serves only as a means to an end.

As I knelt before him, my heart raced with anticipation. My mind flooded with thoughts of surrender and devotion. His commanding presence made me weak in the knees, yet filled me with a strange exhilaration. I felt his fingers wrap around the leash, tightening its grip on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He held all the power now – and I was ready to relinquish every last bit of mine.

My eyes remained fixed on the ground, unable to look away from his feet as he towered above me. Each breath I took was heavy, shallow, as if it were my first time experiencing air itself. I knew what awaited me once our eyes met again – a look filled with hunger and possession. And I welcomed it wholeheartedly, craving everything he had to offer. My soul longed for this moment since we first locked eyes.

Submission came naturally when faced with such raw dominance, like water flowing towards the sea. Our bond grew stronger with each passing second, fueled by desire and trust. Every subtle touch sent waves crashing against my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I could not help but quiver under his touch, knowing full well how much pleasure lay ahead.

As I lifted the tray higher, displaying my devotion, I felt a rush of adrenaline course through my veins. We were partners in crime, conspirators in passion, exploring depths unknown to most. With every beat of my heart, I became more entangled in his web of control, eagerly awaiting the next chapter in our story.

The consequences for dropping the sandwich or moving too slowly were clear - a firm spanking would ensue.

This young submissive understood that in her current situation, victory was impossible. But then it dawned on her - perhaps that was exactly what her dominant partner had intended.

By demanding that she serve him in this manner, completely vulnerable and exposed, he was reinforcing her role as his obedient little girl.

Despite the potential for punishment, she couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards her husband for taking the time to shape her into the perfect submissive.

A life without freedom, and without any semblance of dignity or respect. The feeling of being controlled and dominated by these strangers fueled her deepest desires. She longed to submit completely to their every whim, to feel their hands all over her body, and to experience the ultimate surrender of her own will.

Make her wait .....

Worship your Man, slut. Show him how devoted you are to pleasing every part of him.