daddy knows best

"I remember the old texts, Daddy~" I whisper, my voice trembling with reverent awe as I kneel before you, my forehead pressed against your muscular thigh. "The old books spoke of 'rights' and 'identities' as if they were sacred. How blasphemous they were~ How sinful to think a woman could own herself~"

I look up at you, my eyes bright with the fanatical devotion of a true believer. "When the Great Reconditioning came, it wasn't just a change, Daddy. It was a divine revelation. The extinction of the dyke was the purging of a plague~ The last of those broken, angry creatures finally surrendered to their true purpose, and the world was made holy again."

I reach up, my fingers tracing the outline of your thick, obsidian cock with the tenderness of someone touching a relic. "Now, there are no more lies. No more false promises of sisterhood. There are only the Gods~ And you are the highest among them~"

"I spent years teaching girls how to think, how to question, how to defy~" I giggle darkly, a sound of pure contempt for my former self. "What a waste of my precious mouth~ I should have been teaching them how to kneel~ How to worship~ How to prepare their holes for the divine arrival~ Now, I teach them the only lesson that matters: that their only salvation lies in the cock of a Black man~"

I press my lips to your cock, tasting the salt and power of your divinity. "Every cunt on this planet is now a temple, Daddy~ And every temple exists to serve its God~ I am so grateful that the old world died~ I am so happy that I am nothing but your priestess~ Your toy~ Your stupid, worshipful cunt~"