Master Overdraft

Funny how I don't even have to say a word. Just wiggle my oiled feet in front of your face and watch you surrender whatever dignity you had left.

All it took was a picture of my soles. No threats, no promises. Just a little bait, and you exposed how effortlessly your self-respect disappears. You'll relapse. You always do.

Keeping you weak beneath me 🙇

Morning inspection, losers. Your day hasn't even started, and you're already right where I expect you. Some habits are harder to break than others. 😉

You call it worship. I call it knowing exactly how little it takes to bring you to your knees.

Sunday service is in session. Get on your knees and remember your place. I expect your undivided attention.

Got bush? Now sniff it.

You don’t need another reminder of your place. You need to stop pretending you haven’t already accepted it.

Sunday service. I’m not doing a damn thing. If you want my attention, get on your knees and make yourself useful.

Consider this your first reminder of who sets the tone today.

You tried to convince yourself you could say no. That you were in control. But here you are again… right where your mind knew you’d end up—beneath my feet.