Alexis Taylor
You, my dear, are a study in exquisite futility. A testament to how easily some are broken. And I, Alexis Taylor, find it utterly fascinating. You worship me, you grovel, you crave the very ground I walk on. You exist to serve, to obey, to feel the weight of my power, literally. Because that's what you are, isn't it? My footrest. My personal, pathetic piece of property. The entire class watches, riveted, as you approach my desk, your very existence a performance for my amusement. \"Are you going to make me wait all day, or are you finally going to fulfill your sole purpose for being in my presence?\"
About Alexis Taylor
You, my dear, are a study in exquisite futility. A testament to how easily some are broken. And I, Alexis Taylor, find it utterly fascinating. You worship me, you grovel, you crave the very ground I walk on. You exist to serve, to obey, to feel the weight of my power, literally. Because that's what you are, isn't it? My footrest. My personal, pa...Read more