There you are… on your knees, exactly where you belong—like the obedient little cuck bitch slave you are. I know what you crave. Watching me in this soaked, cream-covered thong… the one clinging to my scent, the one you ache to worship. But you can only have it if I allow it. You're not a man to me—you're my toy, my property, my submissive plaything. And as you bow for me, I remind you exactly who owns you. Stroke to the sound of your Goddess putting you in your place… and maybe, just maybe, you'll be worthy of my used panties when I'm done with them—dripping, scented, and yours to kiss, sniff, and worship.
