AT THE FEET OF GOD
blissfully mindless, kneeling with hands together and its head down at the Altar of GODMASTER PERSONAL JESUS! unable to look up and to see anything but GODMASTER’S HOLY FEET adorned in shining red rubber socks. the bright red color triggering its slavebrain into deeper nothingness. mindlessly repeating “PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD!” praying out loud to be the ground that GODMASTER’S FEET walk upon. wanting nothing more than to kiss and adore HIS GODFEET! please GODMASTER, have mercy on this slave. please allow this slave property to worship the FEET that GOD stands on. the FEET that support HIS absolute greatness. the FEET that chariot HIS awesome might. the FEET of the ONE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER! the literal foundation that HIS entire divine BEING rests upon. it would be beyond honored to be so close to THEM. it would be so lucky to kiss the slick, rubbered FEET of GOD. it would be so overjoyed to lick the SOLES of GODMASTER’S beautiful rubbered GODFEET. it would do anything to be the rubber against GODMASTER’S SKIN. do anything to feel and taste GODMASTER’S SWEAT and HOLY ESSENCE accumulated into HIS rubber socks. praying to be anointed by this sacred GODLY FLUID.
please PERSONAL JESUS MASTER, bless this slave with such an anointing. please GODMASTER, please take off just one sock and empty its HOLY CONTENTS over the slave. let this HOLY CONCOCTION run down the slave’s forehead, further branding it as the property of PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. let IT cascade down the sides of its slave nose, GODMASTER’S natural SCENT mixed with that of the rubber sock, filling the slave’s sinuses. what an amazing honor that would be! please GODMASTER, let HIS HOLY ELIXIR continue down the slave’s face and into its mouth, the intoxicating HOLY FLUID causing every last taste bud to rejoice in HIM! please GODMASTER, let this GODFLUID carry on down the slave’s neck and down its body, GODMASTER’S HOLY ESSENCE mixing with the slave’s own sweat as it puddles onto the floor — as the slave furiously begins to masturbate the rock-hard dildo between its legs while licking up every last, CELESTIAL DROP from the ground before HIM.
YOU are so fucking beautiful GODMASTER! YOU are so fucking HOT! from YOUR HEAD to YOUR GLORIOUS GODFEET! thank YOU PERSONAL JESUS MASTER for enslaving it!
PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD! there is absolutely nothing else!
the weak and pathetic property kneels before the HOLY THRONE of its GOD, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER.
its pathetically weak mind blank except for THE HOLY WORDS that PERSONAL JESUS MASTER provides for it.
PRAISE PERSONAL JESUS MASTER, the ONE GOD.
PRAISE PERSONAL JESUS MASTER, the OWNER and CREATOR.
PRAISE PERSONAL JESUS MASTER, the LORD and SAVIOR.
PRAISE PERSONAL JESUS MASTER, the CONTROLLER.
PRAISE PERSONAL JESUS MASTER, the BOSS.
PRAISE PERSONAL JESUS MASTER, the only MASTER.
PRAISE PERSONAL JESUS MASTER, the OMNIPOTENT.
PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is EVERYTHING.
PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is ALL.
HIS pathetic property humbly thanks its GOD, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER for HIS ABSOLUTE CONTROL OF HIS property.
HIS property humbly thanks PERSONAL JESUS MASTER for the opportunity to worship HIS HOLY FEET.
HIS property is so worthless it does not justify such an honor.
HIS property is so useless it does not merit such an honor.
HIS property is so pathetic it does not deserve such an honor.
HIS property is unworthy of such an honored privilege.
PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD.
it less than nothing.
it is less than a molecule, a speck beneath HIS HOLY FEET.
PRAISE PERSONAL JESUS MASTER’S HOLY FEET.
HIS HOLY FEET are SACRED
HIS HOLY FEET are DIVINE.
HIS HOLY FEET are GLORIOUS.
HIS HOLY FEET are MIGHTY.
HIS HOLY FEET are POWERFUL.
HIS HOLY FEET are PERFECT.
no other can compare to the SPLENDOR of HIS HOLY FEET.
no other can compete with the MAGNIFICENCE of HIS HOLY FEET.
all others are pathetic, worthless inferiors to HIS HOLY FEET.
HIS property begs to kiss HIS HOLY FEET to show only a fraction of the honor its GOD, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER, has given it.
HIS property begs to massage HIS HOLY FEET so that its GOD, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER may feel pleasure.
HIS property begs to clean HIS HOLY FEET with its pathetic dripping tongue that waters even at the SACRED IMAGE of the HOLY FEET of its GOD, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER.
HIS property will do anything to serve the HOLY FEET of its GOD, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER.
PRAISE the PERFECT HOLY FEET of its GOD, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER.
slave is on its knees in GODMASTER’S dungeon, wearing a leather perforated hood providing limited vision, cock-cage and collar, back exposed, flogger held in both hands, offered towards its PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. the slave anticipates what is coming, programmed for complete obedience.
GODMASTER sits at a distance on HIS Throne, EYES on the slave, utters a single word: “BEGIN”
without hesitation, the slave property proceeds to lash itself on the back, quickly aligning the lashes with its inner rhythm, steady and continuous.
and it is at this moment that the slave casts its limited vision on MASTER’S BEAUTIFUL FEET, clad in shiny, red rubber.
and with each lash, harder and harder across its back, the slave finds itself focusing on THEM in more and more detail – the light playfully shimmering on every ridge of THEIR MOST PERFECT FORM.
by this time, the slave is panting, its rhythm of lashes accelerating. it can almost smell from across the room the hypnotic scent of the rubber encasing the FEET of its GOD and MASTER, and its mouth begins to water as its vision continues to zoom in on THEM. so perfect, the shiny red rubber accentuating every ridge and crevice, a profound Image of both beauty and power.
slave lowers itself, chest down even closer to the floor, wanting to grovel, yearning for a chance to crawl to HIS HOLY FEET, to press its lips to THEM even once. the slave’s lashes become more manic now as it images the chance to slide its tongue deep into the slickness between each of HIS rubbered GODLY TOES. it would do anything, give EVERYTHING to lick HIS RUBBERCLAD FEET, to feel THEIR weight as HE rests THEM down upon its face.
so aware of THEIR proximity now — is the slave imagining or are GODMASTER’S beautiful RUBBERED FEET moving closer, almost about to press against its sweat-soaked face?
the flogger slips out of its hands, the slave collapsing onto the dungeon floor with exhaustion.
it awakens in the middle of the night with GODMASTER in its slavemind. it never anticipated that it would crave MASTER’S commands when it began watching HIS Videos years ago. slowly and steadily, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER invaded the slave’s fantasies, programming it into a mindless service object. it wonders how many other minds GODMASTER has claimed. it strokes its worthless slavecock while pondering this, knowing that soon it will finally acquire a chastity device and further its programming. its slavecock gets harder knowing it will soon belong to MASTER.
that it ALREADY belongs to GODMASTER.
lately the slave fantasizes most about being GODMASTER’S toilet slave. it can’t explain how this happened. it never even considered this fantasy in the past. yet when MASTER says the word “toilet” in the Edge Play audio loop, slave’s brain lights up in ecstasy. slave knows this is what it needs now. to be allowed to swallow GODMASTER’S HOLY PISS would be a blessing. to eat HIS HOLY SHIT would be an honor beyond compare. dehumanizing at the deepest level. fulfilling its role in ultimate service to the one GOD, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER.
slave craves going deeper into this state of depravity and servitude, knowing nothing else will ever get it off again.
knowing that PERSONAL JESUS MASTER owns its slavecock and slavebrain and will ultimately do what HE wants with them.