Accounting for the time spent shopping at Lululemon and pick..
🕑 Added 2020-10-11 13:11:32 +0000 UTC
Accounting for the time spent shopping at Lululemon and picking up dinner, I was on a pretty tight schedule to make My flight. Being the generous Queen I am, however, I allowed the sub the privilege of changing My socks for Me, and was even so generous as to allow it to keep the sweaty ones I was wearing for masturbation material for later. It would have been much easier for Me to change My own socks, and I could have done this while the slave was driving to be more efficient with time. Truly, I was too generous, especially given what followed. It is in this clip (and the clip that will follow) that you will be able to grasp the difference between a sub and a fetishist. While it is true that all subs are fetishists, not all fetishists are actually subs (at least not in My Own personal experience of femdom). Watch here how the sub prioritizes its own fetish over My need to make My flight. This sub knew I was under time constraints. I did not give it permission to worship My feet nor was it appropriate for it to be asking Me for more humiliation and degradation. This is real life servitude, not a session. Yet here I am, sitting in the back seat of a car with a "sub" that was trying to squeeze out as much masturbation material for itself possible, treating Me like a service and completing disrespecting My wants and needs in that moment. Unlike this "sub", a true sub may have desires to have a fetish realized, but it would never prioritize its own desires over what is best for Me in that moment. Further, any niche fetish it may have - such as foot worship or corporal punishment - is ultimately less salient vis-a-vis its fetish for pleasing Me. That is, making Me happy is its predominant fetish. Any activity that occurs within the practice of making Me happy is just icing on the cake. In this clip you can hear the anger in My voice, which is very unusual given I control and command slaves using words and not volume. I hate raising My voice - it's a waste of My energy. I should never be put in a situation by a slave where I feel I need to resort to yelling to train it. I should have left that car relaxed and well taken care of, not frustrated and annoyed.
