Absolute Dom, Absolute Pred. Please do not reach out for roleplay. DM friendly~
And I love being reverently teased about every glorious aspect of Myself. It doesn’t undermine Me. It reinforces My rule. It lets Me know just how well you understand who I am.
Absolute, supreme, always on the tippy top, even whilst I’m blushing as pink as My fur.
And I love being reverently teased about every glorious aspect of Myself. It doesn’t undermine Me. It reinforces My rule. It lets Me know just how well you understand who I am.
Absolute, supreme, always on the tippy top, even whilst I’m blushing as pink as My fur.
Physical or magical ability is something I have no need for within Myself, personally. The only thing I need is My own personality.
Why would I deny My servants the opportunity and honor to serve by doing every little thing physical and magical for Me, and tease and praise Me meanwhile?
Physical or magical ability is something I have no need for within Myself, personally. The only thing I need is My own personality.
Why would I deny My servants the opportunity and honor to serve by doing every little thing physical and magical for Me, and tease and praise Me meanwhile?
Waxing poetic on how I, the absolute ruler of everything, can’t even reach past My own belly… and how that’s absolutely wonderful. It’s My right not to have to lift a finger or do a thing to defend Myself, or move, how it’s My right to rely on My servants for every little thing.
Waxing poetic on how I, the absolute ruler of everything, can’t even reach past My own belly… and how that’s absolutely wonderful. It’s My right not to have to lift a finger or do a thing to defend Myself, or move, how it’s My right to rely on My servants for every little thing.
As long as it doesn’t cross the line of degrading, there’s so much that can be done.
Kneading into My vast tummy and teasing about how gloriously fat I’ve gotten due to My own sheer, selfish greed.
The right kind of teasing isn’t truly teasing, it’s reverent praise with extra steps.
As long as it doesn’t cross the line of degrading, there’s so much that can be done.
Kneading into My vast tummy and teasing about how gloriously fat I’ve gotten due to My own sheer, selfish greed.
The right kind of teasing isn’t truly teasing, it’s reverent praise with extra steps.