Your Goddess walks into the room, looking as perfect as always in tight dark blue jeans, knee high black leather boots, a black top and some elegant jewellery, nail polish and makeup. “Oh, I almost forgot you were here, slave! I’ve been out shopping with the gift cards my other slaves have sent me. But where is yours?” You inform your Goddess that you can’t afford to give her any gifts this month. “That’s very disappointing to hear, slave. Do you understand that I am a Goddess, and I deserve to be spoiled and treated?” You tell your Goddess that you wish you could give her everything she de... Show more