I sit in my goddess throne, adorned in my finest patent leathers. My slave at my feet where he belongs. He eagerly awaits my every command and has been rather obedient of late, so maybe I should allow him the opportunity to convince me further, maybe I should bestow him with the honor of touching and tasting as he cleans and worships my fine patent leather.

He moves slowly and with purpose as he worships his Goddess, his actions precise and deliberate, moving as though fearful with the realization that any slight missed step will lead to his utter demise. Move cautiously my slave... Show more