She controls your cock. You ask what she wants for Valentine's Day. "Subservience." she answers with a smile, knowing that she has already attained it. You meet at one of the specially appointed rooms that you have provided for her convenience. Soft, purple lingerie contrasts with lethal, black patent leather boots. Cream-filled pastries align themselves atop a silver platter, soldiers on the front lines of a nameless war. Your mouth waters. One by one she caresses each cake, describes how she will drive the cream filling out of it. In the haze of blonde hair, smooth skin, confections, lac... Show more