I Spit, You Swallow
Disclaimer: Fetish exploration is negotiated prior to each session based on your individual interests and limits. Every fetish is not for every person.
It’s not what you think. I’m debating whether I should swallow My saliva or send it onto your undeserving face. I’ve discovered My talent for producing copious, flowing streams of saliva and a newfound passion for hocking loogies as a form of degradation. For spit enthusiasts, I delight in the many ways I can use My warm, slick gobs of drool to demean and humiliate you. Spit on your face? Fill your whore mouth with My pure, unfiltered liquid essence until I tell you to swallow? Spit on the floor and make you lap it up like a dog? You’ll learn to love it. Even those who were once disgusted now find it intoxicating to consume on command.
Imagine taking Me to an expensive dinner and watching helplessly as I grab your wine glass and pretend to take a sip, but instead I release a sensuous stream of My sweet spit straight into your glass. A simple, discreet expression of my dominance in public. Drink on that for a while, slave. A spit-Malbec blend pairs perfectly with a filet mignon.
My slaves must be degraded and put in their place, which is always beneath Me. Conditioning you to crave my hot, wet drool is merely a tool to lower your value. You should be thankful if I ever choose to share My luscious saliva with you. I could keep it all to Myself, but your Goddess is a giving Goddess, so open wide. Just the thought of you begging for My spit has Me salivating.
