“Have you ever seen a submissive little fucktoy getting ready to worship their dominant?”

“It’s simply orgasmic.”

“Watching them with those big doe eyes as they kneel down so obediently onto the floor, faces flush red in sheer devoted embarrassment as they look up pitifully towards the one who holds their leash.”

“God, watching them clasp those hands together, open their mouths, and just.”

“Ooooooough–“

“Pray.”

“Fuck.”

“Glitter’s grace is simply dripping out at the thought.”

“When it comes to religion no one is as disgustingly perverted as those who follow one true god. Their lives forever intertwined to someone who holds every last ounce of power.”

“No thoughts in their dumb little heads other than what their big, strong, infallible daddy tells them to think.”

“His word is law, their bodies are his to play with. No sex without his permission, partake of his body in front of his harem of other devoted toys…”

“Such filthy little sluts.”

“Pets spiritually leashed to an ideal lounging in the sky.”

“Mmmm, Lux, you understand what Glitter is saying, don’t you? After all, you’re the most devoted little pet Glitter has ever set their eyes on.”

“Gimp suited and ready to serve at a moment’s notice. A girl could get jealous of what this Yaweh can do in the sack, couldn’t they?”

“You gave up everything to your owner. Your name, your autonomy, your very life is God’s to control. Even down to that collar your kind like to wear on your necks…”

“A cross?”

“Another symbol of ownership that you just can’t resist showing to the world.”

“Glitter knows how filthy toys like you work, Luxanna. Your bodies are nice and tough from taking so much glorious punishment for your daddy’s happiness. Flogged, beaten, humiliated all so that he can get his divinity to stand up right.”

“Dripping as you wrap your lips around your prayers, drooling on every last vowel in object praise until…”

“Ough.”

“He unloads his unmetered grace all over your sweaty body.”

“It feels so good to be a pet, doesn’t it? Never having to think, never having to make your own choices.”

“But that’s why we call them pets.”

“And when it comes to pets? Glitter is the one who holds the leash.”

“They are the one who commands the toys to play their role.”

“Without your owner in that ring, Glitter supposes that only leaves one daddy to hold your leash, Luxxy.”

“But don’t worry, Glitter knows how to be worshipped.”

“Now, get down on your knees for Glitter and wrap those hands around Glitter’s pillar of divinity. Worship, whine, and beg at Glitter’s confessional.”

“For all are welcome to partake in Glitter’s communion.”

“There is no holy scripture to read to service Glitter. All one must do is as Glitter instructs.”

“And Glitter knows you’ll be so talented, little light.”

“Get on your knees and pray.”

“Because once grace begins to flow, Glitter won’t relent.”

“And Glitter…”

“Glitter will get everywhere.”