Drip, Rub, Worship

Description: The lotion drips slowly, landing on my flawless foot—thick, smooth, deliberate. you watch, transfixed, as it pools against my skin, waiting to be rubbed in, waiting to be acknowledged.my fingers move with a lazy, teasing grace, spreading it over every inch, making my foot glisten under the light. each stroke is a reminder of your place—kneeling, yearning, aching for the privilege of serving. but you don’t get to touch. you don’t even get to ask. you only get to watch and obey.every drop, every movement, is a test of your devotion. let the sight consume you, let the frustration build, let the need to worship overwhelm you. because that’s all you are—a helpless little admirer, desperate for what you’ll never deserve.