She commanded his devotion, a dominatrix in silk. Her stare held an wordless promise of bliss and discipline. He crouched, willing for her all whim. The longing in her touch sent tremors down his back. He was hers to control. Her thighs in hosiery framed his view, a order for his lips. He was her slave. Her fragrance filled his head, a symphony of lust. His head was deep in her vulva. She sighed, her ecstasy a chorus to his mind. He knew her peak building. Her form trembled with release, his mouth the tool of her undoing. She smiled, a devilish gleam in her stare. Her power was absolute. He cleaned her fluids from his face, a loyal worshipper. His goddess was satisfied, and so was his soul. She slid her fingers through his locks, a wordless reward. The afterglow of power filled the air. He was her toy and his reason was evident. His life was devoted to her pleasure. The recollections of her power would remain forever. He was her property completely, a true worshipper. The flavor of her vulva was still on his lips.
Her stare held an wordless promise of bliss and discipline. He crouched, willing for her all whim. 
The longing in her touch sent tremors down his back. He was hers to control. 
Her thighs in hosiery framed his view, a order for his lips. He was her slave. 
Her fragrance filled his head, a symphony of lust. His head was deep in her vulva. 
She sighed, her ecstasy a chorus to his mind. He knew her peak building. 
Her form trembled with release, his mouth the tool of her undoing. 
She smiled, a devilish gleam in her stare. Her power was absolute. 
He cleaned her fluids from his face, a loyal worshipper. 
His goddess was satisfied, and so was his soul. 
She slid her fingers through his locks, a wordless reward. 
The afterglow of power filled the air. 
He was her toy and his reason was evident. 
His life was devoted to her pleasure. 
The recollections of her power would remain forever. 
He was her property completely, a true worshipper. 
The flavor of her vulva was still on his lips. 
