My loyal sub knows exactly how to treat his Goddess. First, he meticulously polishes My latex to a dazzling shine, his hands trembling with reverence. Then, he takes his rightful place at My feet, worshiping My boots with tender kisses. But don't think this is a display of affection - it's a demonstration of his submission. And to drive the point home, I reward him with a dose of ballbusting, a reminder of who's truly in charge. His groans of pain are music to My ears, a symphony of surrender.