Lick the Feet of Empressbellasadica, It’s Only for That

He has already accepted his place kneeling, silent, irrelevant. Before Empress Bella Sadica, there is no illusion of worth. No talent, no usefulness, nothing that could ever elevate him beyond what he truly is: an admirer reduced to his most basic function. His lips are not meant to speak, only to touch, to kiss, to worship every inch of the feet and shoes he could never deserve. Everything about him is inadequate. Too small, too weak, too forgettable. Not even his own body commands respect and it shows in every submissive gesture, in every failed attempt to exist for anything beyond humiliation. His taste is poor, his presence disposable, his identity… nonexistent. There is only one truth left for him: To serve. To kiss. To worship. And to be grateful he is even allowed to do so. Because in the end, that is exactly what he is — and all he will ever be.