Come, Be Used By a Phone Sex Goddess
Slipping on My six-inch open toed high heels immediately gives Me a sense of exponentially increased power over the potential manservants within view of Me. For some, it is enough that My powerfully seductive eyes extend chains around their hearts, making them beat faster. For others, I need only part My perfect lips briefly and smile with a deviously teasing grin. Yet, when men get a load of My extraordinarily ample bosom or the sumptuously delectable grandeur of My hips, I become a representative of the Goddesses of lore: Aphrodite, Cleopatra, and countless Queens of realms long since past but omnipresent in the consciousness of My minions. I make no apologies to those who cannot help themselves for needing to drop to their knees as soon as they see My regal frame, statuesque in six-inch heels.
Poor male objects of My inimitable control, they are powerless victims, immediately entranced by the flowing creamy softness of My perfectly feminine flesh. The tone of My legs glistens and connotes unlimited power in My heels, click clicking forward toward a man’s quivering helpless body, laid out on the ground before Me as a canvas for My whim’s re-sculpting. Be forewarned, little men within the sphere of My domain, you will not have a choice. There will be no negotiation, no relevance to your existence aside from how you can obey Me. I will not allow impertinence. I will not endure a moment of denying My desire to be served properly. I will take you, re-make you, use you, and abuse you, all for My pleasure and aesthetic design for a life of unrepentant luxury drawn from your need to make My life that which is the only thing you dream of improving. Call Me now on Niteflirt and reach up from the muck to touch your destiny below My forefinger, pointing down at My heels.
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