Your submission was inevitable, a mere formality in the grand design of my desires. From the moment our eyes met, I knew that you would succumb to the irresistible pull of my will. And yet, your eager compliance exceeded even my most fervent expectations, laying bare the depths of your desperation and devotion.
As you knelt before me, a picture of abject surrender, I marveled at the ease with which you yielded to my command. It was as if you had been waiting for this moment your entire life, ready to offer yourself up to me without hesitation or reservation. Perhaps you are more pitiful than I initially perceived, or perhaps your longing for release at the hands of my divine form outweighs all other considerations.
Behold the embodiment of true femininity, each movement of my body a testament to my unrivaled power and allure. You cannot help but lose yourself in the exquisite dance of my curves, your very being consumed by the magnetic pull of my presence.
But know this, my dear devotee: your submission is not merely an act of servitude, but a declaration of ownership. With each stroke of your cock, you reaffirm your allegiance to me, acknowledging that every inch of your being belongs to me and me alone.
You are but a pawn in my game, a willing participant in the divine symphony of domination and submission. And as you obey my every command, repeating the words “yes, Goddess” like a mantra, you surrender yourself fully to my will, forever bound to serve and worship at my feet.
