Having Your Parents Fall In Love With Me At The Dinner Table, Alleviating Their Anxiety By Assuring Them

Having your parents fall in love with me at the dinner table, alleviating their anxiety by assuring them that their baby is in good hands, all while you’re sitting in your cum soaked underwear after I fucked you mercilessly in the bathroom only moments before.

☽ Lay me down on the altar, pour wine on my body and lick it off before you tie me down. Tell me God won’t forgive me until I’ve given you my body, smile cruelly as I stutter out my answer. Let your hands roam my body before you rip away my stained white dress then grope my breasts. Whisper in my ear how worried you were about Lucifer taking me away from you, make me promise to never leave your side again before you climb onto the altar and kiss my pale skin, you told me to beg you for forgiveness. Make me believe you are god, my god. ☽

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sit on your knees before me and pray aloud for all the things you wish to be done to you. be explicit and allow every thought to spill from your spinning mind. share the specific details from all of your disgusting fantasies. confess all the sins you’ve partaken in against my say as you fearfully look up at me.

be respectful and never break eye contact when your God is gracing you with more than just a glance. clasp your hands together in prayer and feel as the desperation grows in your gut, feel the embarrassment washing over your burning face. you wish to be showered with love from God, don’t you? to feel the warming touch of my merciful hand? … then you will worship me with firm belief that i am the God you will kneel for until the end of time. you will worship the ground i walk on as you equally do the boot i grind between your legs.

with a quick grab at your face, i’ll guide your wavering vision back to my eyes. now repeat this verse until your voice grows too weak to continue.

“my faith is undying, my loyalty forever remains, for i am yours, and you are my God.”

i may not ever have been religious but damn would i love for someone to make sure they’re the only god i’ll ever believe in.

make me worship you. make me crave for even the slightest hint of your attention, make sure each of your words is a blessing to me. make me believe i’m special while i’m actually just one of many, make me be one of your devoted little followers.

make sure i’ll never ever forget what an honor it is to be graced with your presence. make me pray to you. make sure i’ll fall more and more into your hands, all until i’d even openly declare you to be my god.

make sure that, until the day i die, i’ll worship you and you alone.♡

Just... just make me bow at your feet. Grovel at your presence, become heavy at my knees at the mere sight of your grace, like a deity.

Take complete control of my will and desires with your pretty spiral, making my head spin with the fantasy of being your sorry footstool. Becoming your helplessly addicted slave with the help of your programming. And force me to show my newly implemented loyalty by putting myself in my place.

Please... I-I need you to see how addicted to worship I am, Master. Tell me to obey.