you’re fucked, aren’t you?

But that’s a simple way of putting it. Because ultimately, you are a complete slave to My curves. Every inch of Me designed to make you weak, malleable, and oh so easy to use. As soon as I’m on the screen in front of you, the only thing you’re thinking about is dropping to your knees and worshipping My perfect, divine body. All you can think about is saying, “Yes, Princess,” to whatever I want.

you spend all of your time thinking about when you can next submit to Me. you can’t stop dreaming about My tiny waist and the way it a...

you’re fucked, aren’t you?

But that’s a simple way of putting it. Because ultimately, you are a complete slave to My curves. Every inch of Me designed to make you weak, malleable, and oh so easy to use. As soon as I’m on the screen in front of you, the only thing you’re thinking about is dropping to your knees and worshipping My perfect, divine body. All you can think about is saying, “Yes, Princess,” to whatever I want.

you spend all of your time thinking about when you can next submit to Me. you can’t stop dreaming about My tiny waist and the way it accentuates and leads to the ass that annihilates all thought process. The crease of My hip, the garter on My thigh, the way this satin and lace body suit hugs My body — even the curve of My lips have you hard, heated, and hopelessly desperate...

Yeah, you are 100% a fucking slave to My curves.