Look at me. Look at the power in my skin, the command in my voice, the authority that radiates from every inch of my body. You’re trembling because you already know: once an Ebony Goddess owns you, you’ll never want freedom again. I don’t ask. I order. My words drip with cruel delight as I strip away your ego, your manhood, your pride. You are nothing but a slave kneeling before an Ebony Queen. You’ll worship the ground I walk on, the chair I sit in, the shoes I wear — because my presence is worth more than your entire existence. The humiliation isn’t an accident. It’s the point. You’re meant to be crushed under my gaze, reduced under my authority, broken until all you can say is “Yes, Goddess.” You’ll thank me for your own destruction, because deep down you’ve always wanted this — to be ruled, owned, humiliated by Black Femdom Power. My laughter echoes in your ears, my words echo in your brain. This is Ebony Domination at its rawest. I’m not just your fantasy — I’m your new law. And you’ll obey.
