The Taste of My Desire

I am your Mistress, Missy Van Licks, and the mere sight of me is enough to silence you. You kneel before me, slowly learning what it means to let yourself be guided. Every one of my instructions is part of your training; every repetition draws you deeper into your role. I watch closely as your resistance fades the more you are spat on, so swallow it all and make sure not a single drop goes to waste. Through this humiliation, you realize that this is precisely what your devotion consists of.