Ours is a world where something so small can be so destructive. My tiny pussy, nestled behind the thinnest veil of a tiny little g-string, takes up so much space in your mind that it's all-consuming. This isn't just pussy worship; it's an acknowledgment of the vast control and power that emanates from such a petite package. You're mesmerized, entranced by the idea that such a tiny pussy could dictate your every move, your every thought.

The reality is simple: my tiny pussy, never to be wrapped around your cock, has you wrapped around my finger. It's a testament to the fact that it ...

Ours is a world where something so small can be so destructive. My tiny pussy, nestled behind the thinnest veil of a tiny little g-string, takes up so much space in your mind that it's all-consuming. This isn't just pussy worship; it's an acknowledgment of the vast control and power that emanates from such a petite package. You're mesmerized, entranced by the idea that such a tiny pussy could dictate your every move, your every thought.

The reality is simple: my tiny pussy, never to be wrapped around your cock, has you wrapped around my finger. It's a testament to the fact that it takes very little effort for me to wield tons of power over you, my beta gooner. You exist to worship this tiny pussy, to serve its every whim, and to obey its silent commands. I was born with this tiny key to power over gooners like you, and I revel in it. I have the pussy, so I make the rules.

And as you kneel before me, you understand that your meaning and purpose are defined by your devotion to this tiny, yet omnipotent, part of me. Your transformation into a mindless drone, an object of my pleasure, is now complete.