I’m elated that you’re once again back again. You’re falling under my spell, and you’re ready to do anything I say. Do you understand? If you know what’s good for you you’ll do exactly what I say. I want you scared. I want you trembling and aching for more humiliation. If almost as if my tongue is the deadliest weapon of all, I say, as I begin to tease you with my slightly parted lips and moving my tongue around seductively. You’re entranced by perfection. My words, my face, everything. I stroke the outline of my face, pull my hair back and continue talking about how you can’t resist my perfect face. I bring you in closer, whispering more and sending chills up and down your spine as I open my red lips and stick out my tongue, allowing the saliva to cascade over my lips and down my chin. Is that what you like? Well fuck you… it’s all that you deserve.