You don’t deserve this divine spit dripping down from my per..
Added 2024-10-25 17:00:22 +0000 UTCYou don’t deserve this divine spit dripping down from my perfect lips... but sometimes, if I’m feeling generous, I allow the truly obedient a taste of heaven. Look at you, beneath Me, desperate to worship what you can't have. Your only hope is to beg, to send, and to suffer, because that’s all you’ll ever be—pathetic and beneath ME.
Gooning Task:
I want you to stare at this picture, fixating on my spit as it falls onto the face of your kind—worthless and desperate.
Repeat after me: "I’m unworthy of Goddess Ellyah's spit, I will send to prove my devotion, I exist to be humiliated."
Fix this as you stroke in sync with your empty wallet. Each chant means more SEND. Tip with every stroke until you feel the humiliation burn in your chest. Then, when you're empty and broken, maybe, just maybe, you’ll feel an inch closer to my divine essence.
Remember, you’re nothing until you show me what you're truly worth. How much can you give to feel beneath my feet? How much can you send to be seen as my obedient, humiliated pig?
