Whipping, Bondage, Humiliation, and Oral Servitude

I look divine in My elegant leopard print gown, a true Goddess in full command of My female submissive giada. Naked and kneeling, she knows she is not worthy of My touch, yet she is worthy of feeling My whip. Each lash on her exposed genitals makes her cry out, her pain becoming My arousal, while I degrade her with cruel words reminding her of her lowly place. When she kneels over the sofa, My whip sings across her back and arse, her suffering pushing her deeper into submission. I tease her by making her hump the whip, before locking her helpless fingers in a UPKO bondage device. Bound and trapped, she kneels before Me, so close to My sanctum, made to inhale My arousal yet denied the bliss of direct contact. On her knees, tears in her eyes, reciting My mantra, she suffers lash after lash. Only when I decide she has given enough pain and devotion do I allow her to worship Me. Her tears, her humiliation, her submission they fuel My climax. This is her place, this is her truth: to suffer for My pleasure.