Relaxing boot ignore

Description: I don’t need to speak to you. i don’t need to acknowledge you. just being in my presence, watching me, knowing you’ll never be worthy of my attention is enough to break you. i stretch out, completely relaxed, my perfect boots propped up as i scroll on my phone, completely ignoring you. the shine, the curves, the way my boots own your attention—you can’t look away. you ache to be useful, to serve, to worship, but you can’t. you just kneel, stare, and suffer in silence, desperate for even a second of my time. when i'm done i’ll just leave you there, weak, desperate, obsessed—because that’s exactly where you fucking belong.