My stable of males serves only one purpose: to be my obedient tools. They exist solely for my pleasure and convenience, with no room for error or independence. Pawns in my game, I move and manipulate them as I see fit, using them to make my life easier.

Today, I am honored to have the esteemed guests Mistress Freya and Lady Messalina at Omega Compound with me for a day of leisure. As we lounge and indulge in girl talk, our male puppets serve as mere objects for our amusement.

Some will kneel at our feet, massaging and pampering us with their hands. Others will grovel an...

My stable of males serves only one purpose: to be my obedient tools. They exist solely for my pleasure and convenience, with no room for error or independence. Pawns in my game, I move and manipulate them as I see fit, using them to make my life easier.

Today, I am honored to have the esteemed guests Mistress Freya and Lady Messalina at Omega Compound with me for a day of leisure. As we lounge and indulge in girl talk, our male puppets serve as mere objects for our amusement.

Some will kneel at our feet, massaging and pampering us with their hands. Others will grovel and lick our smelly soles clean, eager to please us in any way possible. And one lucky soul will become our human ashtray, his mouth open and ready to catch our discarded ashes.

Beneath us all lies the lucky carpet, a living piece of furniture made to bear our weight and absorb our laughter and relaxation. We will walk over him at our pleasure, dancing and trampling upon him without mercy. Even Mistress Freya was impressed by his endurance as we all stood on him simultaneously.

But amidst all this fun and frivolity, he will feel the weight of my sole against his neck, a constant reminder that his very existence belongs to me and that submission is the easiest way to survive in my world.