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He was already kneeling when I walked in.Head down. Silent. Exactly how I like him.Not a word, not a glance. Just waiting—like the good little nothing he’s been trained to be.I let my boots echo on the floor as I move toward him slowly. Deliberately.He tenses. Not out of fear—but anticipation.He knows I’m going to touch him.Just not where he wants.I pick up the leash. A short tug—firm, cold metal between my fingers.His breath catches.Good. I want him on edge.Then I sit down, legs crossed, and place my bare feet right on his thighs.Soft. Commanding.He flinches slightly at the contact—like he’s been blessed.His hands hover, unsure. He wants to hold them. Worship them.But he knows he needs permission.“You don’t speak,” I say. Calm. Cold.“You just feel.”And so he does.He stays still as my soles press into him.I lean back, watching him.How carefully he holds them.Like they’re sacred. Like I’m sacred.To him, I am.He’s not a man here. Not with me.He’s an object.A footstool. A pet. A thing I use.And he loves it.When I’m done, he’ll crawl to his corner like the good toy he is.But for now?He stays.Still.Silent.Mine.And starting 10.08.,you get to watch.