Goddess Rosie Reed and Tierra Doll run a very particular green business from their dungeon, and you're their favorite frequent flyer. You swear you're just here for product, but these two tall, devastating ebony Dommes have seen through your desperate act from day one. You're not a customer. You're a bitch in disguise who keeps coming back just to breathe their air. Today you walk in unannounced and catch them lounging in smoke, your package burning between their perfect fingers. Your precious tree? Gone up in flames. Confront them? Impossible. They already know your secrets: your job, your family, your entire fragile existence. One call from these smoking Goddesses and your life crumbles. "So what are you going to do about it, little man?" Nothing. Absolutely nothing, except obey. Rosie and Tierra make you get on your knees for the confession you've been too pathetic to voice: you crave to be their dungeon slave, their errand bitch, their property. Clean their floors. Run their errands. Grovel for scraps of attention from superior ebony Femdom Goddesses who own you completely. They've cut you off from getting lit AF entirely, your only rush now is servitude. Your whole life burned the moment you crossed their threshold. Welcome to permanent blackmail slavery, bitch.
