Pastel Goddess: If You Can Kiss Me, I’ll Let You Fuck Me

I expect Kitten to be in position before me at the snap of a finger. I call him over to me but he takes way too long and pisses me off. I can’t stand this pathetic little bitch. He tries to make excuses as if any are valid when he should be serving me and doing exactly as I say. I insult him for being so short and weak. I make fun of his height, leaning against him and towering over him as I intimidate and degrade him. Kitten wants to cry.

I tell him that if he can kiss me, I’ll give him a break and allow him to fuck me. He tries so hard to stand on his tip toes and kiss. I pucker up to taunt him but he falls short every single time. I laugh at his failures. I knew he would never be able to kiss me, just as he will never fuck me.

Instead, I order him to the floor. He is going to be my floor mat. He’s so short, it’s not like he could be useful for anything else. I stand on him and hear him crack and he cries out. He is weak and useless. I stomp him into oblivion below my heavy heels. He cries and begs for me to stop. I stop when I want to and leave him in tears for use later.

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