You start the interview in a very arrogant manner. I can't believe the tone you are speaking to me in, but your words are so sexy and commanding. You tell me that I should not be President - that I should be serving white goddess instead. I tell you that the interview is over, but before I can call security you ask me to look into your eyes. While I'm looking you tell me that I am a "Good boy." You tell me what a good leader I am but that it must be tiring, making all those decisions and that I need to rest. You tell me that I should release my stress and leave the decision making to you, a superior white goddess. I'm in a slight trance and nod. You tell me that if you are making the decisions that must make you the leader and me the slave. You say that leaders should be worshiped and obeyed, especially a white goddess by a brown slave. You tell me to kneel down and worship you. However, I resist. You are shocked and upset that I have been able to resist you and that's when I let you in on the true reason for this meeting. I already know that you are the super villain White Goddess and I've been preparing this trap to catch you. I called this meeting knowing that you would come to try and control me and make me your slave but I was going to use it to jail you. You tell me that the time for pretense is over. With a snap of your fingers your outfit changes and you reveal yourself to be the super villain White Goddess. You congratulate me on resisting you and are about to accept defeat. You ask very seductively if I could find it in my heart to pardon you and let you go. Giving me a big sexy smile, you try and use your charms and beauty to seduce me. Again I resist. You tell me that you would reward me in so many ways if I could just let you go. If I could just surrender to your request. Surrender to you. I snap out of your trance and tell you that you are going to jail. You tell me that you will share with me the secrets of how you managed to mesmerize all the other brown leaders with your powers. Again, I tell you that I know your plan. You ask a few questions like if I think you're beautiful, how beautiful, most beautiful woman I've ever seen, fortunate to be in the presence of a goddess, etc. I know that you ask these questions to guide the mind towards a path where you can take control. Seeing that I know all your tricks, you admit defeat. But before security takes you away, you have one final request. You tell me that its ok to say the truth that you are the ugliest woman I've ever met. You ask why I think you are not beautiful. I'm confused and tell you that it's obvious that it's not true. I tell you that you are beautiful and you smile just a little. For some reason, seeing you smile makes me happy. You tell me that surely you cant be the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I tell you that you most likely are. "Probably?" you ask in a dominant tone. I respond definitely and then you tell me what a good boy for a President I am. I feel happier and happier indulging you. You then say how horrible it must be for me to be in your presence, the presence of someone who even though is the most beautiful woman you know, was trying to take control of you. You say that I should let security take you away immediately so that I don't have to gaze at such an evil yet unbelievably beautiful woman. I tell you I don't mind being in your presence or gazing at you. You call me such a good boy for being so kind and forgiving. You ask me if being in your presence isn't so bad, then what does it feel like? Does it feel like being in the presence of a beautiful, irresistible, perfect goddess? I agree. You then ask me if a goddess should be worshiped and obeyed, especially a white goddess as irresistible and perfect as yourself by a brown slave such as myself. You encourage me to say yes by telling me that I am a good boy and I finally say yes. You tell me that I will worship and obey you as a slave! Your tone demands that I accept my position that even though i am the President, I pale in comparison to a white goddess and that I should be a slave to you. I say yes. You make me tell you that I want you, I need you, I love you etc. When you are sure that I am your complete slave, you then laugh knowing that you have seduced another man into becoming your slave. You end by telling me that no man on this planet can resist you and I am a very good boy and you will find lots of uses for me and my country soon. Do you have a request for something special? Email me now to make your fantasy a reality! Everything is filmed in 4k, other formats are available by request. You can order your very own Custom Videos, socks, panties, pantyhose, DVDs - and more - contact me!