This object receives a lesson in begging, specifically - what to beg for. What do male creatures focus on when teased to the edge, when so desperate, and so weak? Haha, it's simply a tool to be used for My pleasure. it has a hard time beneath and between My sharp heels and crop. So amusing. males are entertaining subjects. Humping, stroking as I strictly command. Edged by My dagger heels and glossy gloves. Quickly and desperately begging for the one true purpose of a male's existence. I use it, make it My ashtray - filling it with My hot ash and sacred smoke and spit. it surrenders to the rightful position of a lowly inferior object. Degraded as it should be. Edged into slavery and Ruined beneath My stilettos. I own the pleasure, that cum, the object!
