An offering onto my flesh is needed and you are the perfect way to harvest what I want. A thread is plaited, the bell rung and the ritual begins. You become mine more and more with every stroke, given direction by me personally. There is a proper way to do things you know.. After filling yours eyes with my perfect, disrobed curves, I give you a countdown to when the thread that binds your pleasure is cut. You are allowed to orgasm across my body and face, fulfilling your pact with me and as such, ending your use (for now).