How to best Approach Your King

Head low and shy, as you’ve been struggling for oh so long to resist my charm. But we both know you can’t keep away from such a royal temptation. You, on your knees, ready to finally give in to your devotion to me.
Your eyes glance at my image before you tremble in anticipation of finally meeting your new Lord. You vow to cover me in all the green jewels money can buy, because what is a King without his crown adorned in the finest gems?
You feel the blood rushing down below, a bag of ice pressed against your cage, and all you can do is shiver, hoping for mercy.
“Have you paid your tithes,” I ask, despite us both knowing the answer. “And understand your oaths to me?”
“Yes, my King-” A sharp grin pulls at my lips as you fall onto your hands, conveniently in the perfect position to bow in complete devotion, or get a good smack should you run your mouth.
I rise from my throne, and though your eyes are on the floor, your imagination races with what all I will do to you.
I jingle my keys next to your ear, once, twice, before snatching them away.

“Then we may begin.”