DESCRIPTION: My chattel is nothing more than a tongue. Inflated latex hood locked tight over his head, only his mouth left exposed, caged and helpless at My feet. I approach slowly, dressed to be worshipped, in over-the-knee leather boots, suspenders, and stockings. he cannot see Me, but I describe everything I’m wearing, knowing his cock is already straining uselessly in chastity. I guide his mouth to My boots, demanding deep worship, before slowly leading him up the divine path of My legs. My stockings. My garter belt. My panties. I make him lick the string buried between My arse cheeks because that’s all he deserves. Tongue only. he kisses the key to his locked cock, knowing it will never be his choice to be free. Then I remove My boots, make him clean My sweaty toes, and leave him in darkness as I slip naked into bed. he can hear Me, smell Me, but never see. A real play session of tease, denial, objectification, and control. This is what total Female power feels like. Are you ready to be used the same way?
