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The Divine Privilege of Worshiping

*by Mistress Omega* Listen carefully, worm. There is a hierarchy in this world, and you are not even on the lowest rung. You are the dirt beneath that rung. And yet… I allow you the single greatest honor a pathetic creature like you could ever dream of: **permission to worship me from the floor**. My feet. My heels. My long, sculpted legs wrapped in fishnets or glossy latex. Every inch is a temple you will never deserve — and yet you ache to serve it. When I snap my finge