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You know, I've been thinking about this moment all day. The way you look at me with those desperate eyes, waiting for my command. It's almost cute how eager you are to please, even when you have no idea what I'm going to ask of you next. I picked out this little shot glass just for you. It’s not for alcohol tonight, it’s for something much more personal. See that clear liquid inside? That’s all me. Every drop is my spit, collected just for this special occasion. I want you to really take in the sight of it before we begin. Notice how it catches the light, how it shimmers… knowing it’s about to be all yours. Now open your mouth. Wider. Good boy. I’m going to pour every last bit of this into your mouth, and I don’t want a single drop spilled. You’re going to keep it there, all of it, and let it mix with your own saliva. I want you to feel the texture, the warmth, the sheer intimacy of having a part of me inside you like this. For the next two minutes, you're going to swish it around. Let it coat every inch of your mouth, your tongue, your cheeks, the roof of your mouth. I want you to really taste me, to understand what it means to consume something so personal, so degrading, and so utterly mine. And don't even think about swallowing early. If you do, believe me, we'll start over with twice as much. This isn't just about obedience, it's about breaking down every last barrier of pride you have left. You belong to me, and what's mine becomes yours in the most intimate ways possible. When those two minutes are up… only then will I give you permission to swallow. And when you do, I want you to remember this feeling: complete submission, total ownership. Now get ready, your mouth is about to be full of me