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Eager to Obey Hello, pet. Don’t you feel blessed to be beneath me? Naturally, you do. I possess a gentle, sensual, and kind nature, yet I am fiercely hungry. Before I claim ownership of you completely, I will charm you thoroughly. You’ll fall under my influence without realizing that your mind and body have already surrendered themselves. My gaze has this power over people; it just happens naturally. You might be Mr Tough Guy Know It All, the one who commands everyone at work, but at home, I am the true Boss. Or perhaps you are Mr Shy Guy no one pays attention to, your eyes always cast downward until I appear and lift you up as my servant. First, you must experience my curves while sitting on your lap, stroking your chest so that you feel manly and robust. I am incredibly warm, soft, and sparkily delightful. There is simply too much of me for you to contain entirely. Perhaps it was the shape of my body, or perhaps it was pulling your head back and biting your neck that first aroused you. Bound in chains and helpless, you sit there enduring as I grind against your throbbing member. The ball gag silences you, which suits me fine. That discomfort will be nothing compared to when you are locked in chastity while performing oral on me. A curious tongue and curling fingers draw out the honey all over your face. Even better, let’s secure a dildo style gag. With my face buried between us, you can smell but not taste. I watch you squirm in delightful misery, digging my fingers into your hair to keep you steady. Your cock is my favorite toy. Oh, the things my delicate hands do to you for hours on end. It hurts me when you aren’t hard for me, but that is easily fixed with a gentle twirl or firm stroke. You will literally be bursting at the seams, begging for sweet release, yet I might just drop it and return to reading. Too bad your hands are tied behind your back; they must wait until I take interest in them again. Poor baby. But you live for all of this. Isn’t it an honor that I allow you to care for my body? You get to brush my hair, wash me in the shower, and work lotion into every inch of skin. You paint my nails and kiss my feet. Doesn’t it fill you with joy when you massage a knot out of my shoulder and hear my relaxed sigh? The greatest privilege is having access to my body at all—a gift you never take for granted. Seeing me naked is an absolute treasure, finer than rubies or diamonds. The sweetness that melts from me when you do your job well is pure ambrosia, the nectar of a Goddess. My moans and cries, the arching of my back and thrusting of my hips every time I come all over you—it is a gift. You worship at this Temple gladly. Those memories give you spring in your step each morning. Or perhaps it’s the chain bracelet around your ankle, or the scratches down your back, or the teeth marks on your chest. You carry me with you. Let’s be honest: it’s the cage holding your cock that does it most. In any case, serving me makes you stand taller; you take immense pride in your role. Of all the men I could spend my time with, I choose you. Any Tom, Dick, or Harry can ogle me on the street, but you have earned a peek at the goods. To the outside world, I am a pure, sweet fairy princess. Only my slave sees the raw, primal side of me when I submit to my own desire and greed. Your tongue works the nectar from me—who wouldn’t stand tall? We make an excellent pair. I need a capable man to use and abuse, and you enjoy being used. Nothing makes you happier than kneeling at my feet while we watch TV, with my fingers playing in your hair. Well, maybe one thing. Perhaps you are happiest when your cock bulges out of its cage, wearing a harness and using me via strap-on, hands gripping my hips, suckling a nipple while I cry out that you are such a good boy. You can almost feel what it would be like inside me—perhaps that is when you are at your peak. It doesn’t really matter to me all that much. All I need to know Is that you’re Happy to Serve