Loki's Dirty Whispers
Submission: "I want you sore, darling. I want you to feel pain when you think of me. And tomorrow, every time you sit, you will be incessantly and undeniably reminded of who you truly belong to. You will soon experience first hand what true monarchy is, be it delicately cascading over your soft, warm tongue, or slowly dripping down the ethereal curvature of your inner thighs."