When we meet, you will kiss both my hands. Once on the upper side of the palm and once inside the palm.
When we are alone in the hotel room, you will kneel in front of me, you will kiss my shoes and you will lick the soles of my shoes underneath.
I hope it is clear why I am asking you this. When you kiss my hands, it will not be because you are honoring something larger than our selves. There is nothing larger than our selves. I will not allow you the foundation of the Church of Holy BDSM, with me at its center. You will kiss my hands because you are asking to become my slave. You will kiss my shoes because you accept my Domination over you. You will lick the soles of my shoes because I am asking you to do it.
There is nothing larger to honor. It is just us. You and I. Nothing else.
