you are just My shoe cleaning object that I keep locked up in My trunk, only opening it when I want My shoes cleaned. This is your only purpose in life, to have your mouth used as My personal shoe wipe. It is an honour for you to be used in this way, to have ...
it begged not to be in chastity, but quickly realized how excited and pleased it would make Me and of course a slave’s will and fate is decided by it’s Owner. I am wearing My new latex leotard that another chastity slave had made for Me and just the sight of My provocative figure is ...
The tension I build in you is so beautifully corrupting. Knowing I have so much power over you, with a simple glance I send shivers through your body. So easily you give in to Me, so pliable in My presence. To Me, you are but a ‘thing’, something to be used however I please. As ...
The Goddess is getting ready to go out, walks into the room and of course the closet slave is chained and covered in Her hot denim shorts carefully holding up Her Supreme shoes on its open palms. Male objects are useful for many things, and Goddess Kim thoroughly enjoys humiliating the closet slave as She ...
you want to become My slave, you want to feel the deep connection and be entrapped and entranced by your Goddess. Follow Me on the journey to discovering your purpose and becoming My mindless, obedient pet. As I take you right from the bottom, beneath My red sole, you just focus on My words and ...
After a long day, I make the sofa My throne and relax with the slave ready and eager to be of service. After much anticipation, I allow the footstool to worship Me by kissing, licking and sucking the heel and red soles of My patent black boots. I guide it in strict commands on how ...
Goddess legs and feet sheathed in nude stockings and pointy red stilettos are in glorious sight to the kneeling slave. She ignores it while relaxing. Finally the command to crawl closer is sounded by the snap of Her fingers. The slave approaches meekly, awaiting instruction. “Kiss the floor” The slave will pay respect to the ...
I have a date with My gf, on My way out I see this slave tied up and knelt head to the floor. I almost forgot I had put it there, I did say it might have the honor of worshiping My stocking feet today, maybe I will spare a little time before I go. ...
The table is awkwardly positioned beneath the heavy glass table top. Motionless and objectified, it is not even human. The honor of holding up My perfect legs and stilettos is the only value this table has. For hours, this table remains still and waiting ready to be used for it’s existence. Still, sometimes the table ...
All tied up, blindfolded and at My complete mercy, the slave hears the heels of My boots on the hard floor as I slowly walk towards him. The anticipation builds as I sit down in front of him… shock strikes as I grab his throat and cut the silence with My voice. I taunt him ...
