Just look at me. My creamy pale skin, so soft and smooth; it calls to you. My powerful, slender legs, my pouty, red lips; they urge you. I am a goddess. A deity. Just the image of me makes your knees weak and your soul crumble. It's not just about the sexual attraction, it's about the fact that I'm superior to you. That's what makes you weak, pliable and so easy to manipulate. Once you kneel at my feet, offering your sacrifices, your servitude and yourself, it's like a flash of light; a missing piece you didn't know you needed is fulfilled. Your worship gives you purpose, your adoration provi... Show more