While I revel in yet another Hot Goddess Summer, draped in luxury and divine indulgence, you, my obedient plaything, are deep in your slave boy summer. Conditioned. Programmed. Trained to crave the exquisite high of serving Me. Every tribute you send feeds My decadent, irresistible life—a life you ache to worship from the sidelines.
When I snap My perfectly manicured fingers, you don't hesitate—you obey. Each offering inches you closer to the ultimate reward: the privilege of release. But until then, you wait. Ache. Prove yourself.
Silence the outside world. Mute everything else. This moment? It belongs to Me. You belong to Me. So surrender completely, and feel what it’s like to be consumed by a Goddess who knows exactly how to use you.