I will allow you to worship me - if you beg correctly. Allow you to worship my ass, maybe even my pussy, because that is what I like. I tease you expertly, letting you know how close to me I might allow you - if you’re good. You are my property that I can use, and any power you thought you had, you now feel melting away in my presence. All you are is what I make you. You already feel this attachment to your former self diminishing when you look at my tits, my lips, my eyes - my perfection, and in a tight black bodysuit with my cleavage and long bare legs, you definitely feel yourself lost in my power. Maybe you still have some sense of self - but its serving no one. You’ll soon feel that attachment start to slip away, while your attachment to me grows. Your cock is growing harder too, isn’t it, as I sway my ass in your face, my fingers tracing every curve of my body. You realize you are utterly fucked. You thought we were just playing a game. So naive. Maybe you thought you were strong, that you wouldn’t fall prey to simple marketing, right? But its not marketing - its just the way my world works. Your cock throbs thinking about giving me everything, especially when I allow you to see a bit more beneath this tight bodysuit. When faced with a dominant woman who knows exactly what she wants - you fall prey. You’re weak, and its just how I like my men. With each time I touch myself, tease my pussy, or turn to let you gaze at my ass, you surrender further. You still think this is just a game. But the thing about games is that I always fucking win, and you are just putty in my hands. When you look at me, you feel yourself losing control as you sit there stroking that cock. Feel your free will slip away with every drop of pre cum leaking from your cock. Just embrace your weakness, and offer it to me. Now say thank you - and don’t get distracted as I give you one last lingering gaze at my beautiful breasts.