A Slave at My Feet .Worship Your Mistress

There are no equals here. There is a Mistress… and there is a slave. He doesn’t speak — he obeys. On his knees, eyes lowered, consumed by every curve of her boots… by every command he has no right to question. She sets the rules. She decides when he earns attention… and when he is nothing but ignored. For him, this isn’t a choice — it’s a privilege.