You insignificant little slave, your mind unravels simply by gazing upon my exquisite form, and that alone is enough for you to lose your sanity. You are acutely aware of my perfection as I loom over your trivial existence. you become an utterly worthless wreck in my presence, adoring every facet of my being. Hear the sound of my heels clicking against the floor you hold in reverence, as I stand before you, your majestic queen. You are a subjugated servant in my domain, your thoughts reduced to mush, merely hanging on my every word, yearning for my recognition and anticipating my command. Just crawling and sniffling on the ground, you look up at my divine grace. You must earn any attention I choose to bestow upon you, and you are to follow my every directive, adhering to it meticulously. I do not require a reason to punish you, I have no need for justification to impose discipline. I would never strike you myself, of course, I have slaves to carry out that task for me. I seek no contact with your unclean skin, yet I take pleasure in the marks left by that merciless whip, as I delight in your anguish and torment. I demand immediate compliance and utility from my slave subjects. You exist to serve and venerate your cruel queen, contributing to my opulence. you have nothing but pain and servitude awaiting you.
