My Temple

Description: Your body isn’t yours anymore. it’s a temple, and i am the only one worthy of worship inside it. in my temple, every stroke, every breath, every aching edge becomes an offering to me. you’ll kneel before my voice, treating your arousal as ritual, your obedience as prayer, and your weakness as sacrifice. this isn’t casual stroking. this is devotion. a ceremony where your pleasure is stripped away, reshaped, and bound to my control. the deeper you go, the more you realize: you don’t touch for yourself. you touch because i allow it. you worship because i demand it. you ache because it pleases me. by the end, you’ll understand, your body is just a sacred vessel, and the only god it will ever serve… is me.