Master's Ass Worship: Knees Meet Cold Floor
In a dimly lit room, the scent of leather and polished wood fills the air. You, the eager submissive, await your master's command. He stands tall, clad in a crisp suit, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the nearby candle. His voice, firm and commanding, echoes through the chamber, "Kneel." You comply, feeling the cold floor beneath your knees. He approaches, his expensive shoes clicking on the hardwood. "Serve," he orders, and you understand. You reach out, your hands trembling slightly as you grasp his belt, unfastening it with meticulous care. His trousers drop, revealing his powerful, muscular legs and the object of your focus: his ass. You gaze upon it, firm and round, a masterpiece carved by time and authority. You lean in, your breath warm against his skin, and begin to worship.