There’s a special kind of thrill in serving someone you adore... like when I’m on my knees, not just cleaning the floor, but with my master’s cock resting on my head while he reads. The weight of it, the smell, knowing I’m just furniture for his pleasure until he decides to use my mouth instead. It’s not even about the orgasm (though swallowing his cum is my favorite reward), it’s that deep, quiet satisfaction of being utterly owned. My purpose is written in the ache of my knees and the drool on my chin. What’s a small act of service that makes you feel truly devoted? 🐄🤍 (Mood: devoted)