On your knees, slave! Keeling and sat up at the end of my bondage table, a collar and leash is places on your neck. You've passed the opening requirements to be one of my servants, slaves, minions or whatever you wish to call yourself. It doesn't matter as you'll be serving me and that's all I care about. I give you the intro run down of expectations and how I expect you to try to out perform my other subs. afterall, you eant to be my best, brightest and most cherished? You'll need to work for it. You crave being in my presence with my personality shining over you like a heavenly light. you want a dominant woman to have control over your life and serve her forever, which is why you're here giving yourself to me. But you always crave being the best at doing so. You know the tasks will be intense for her approval and enjoyment, and you're ready. Her body is used to remind you of your place and how you'll be lucky to be in the company of such a godess. Your body trembles with excitement as she puts her ass and pussy near your face, tugging the leash and even at one oint using the leash between her legs to rub herself and create fragrant smell of pleasure and phermones. You melt for her and almost forget her trechery when she asks you- what forst task are you offering to her that is non sexual? Think quick, she won't be patient!