As I am on the ground knees on the floor, my ankles tied to my wrists I observe you, your long black hair and perfect body. Your body is clad in a leather corset which leaves your pussy open and your generous breasts open to be sucked and licked by your slaves. I am on the other hand your typical geek in a lot of ways: skinny in places, overweight in others, hair a mess, weak and needing eye correction. You let me keep my glasses on while you parade around the little den of delights I set up in my home. You pull out a finely crafted glass dildo. You smile at me and put the cold glass between your breasts and shiver. You walk over to me, your exposed pussy inches from my face. I smell your rich smell and it makes me lose my head a bit. I can see how carefully you've shaved your bikini line leaving an old fashioned but alluring triangle of black pubic hair; that shines like the feathers of a raven. You lean over and shove the cold glass dildo in my face.
"Look what I have my little boy, something for you to warm up," You say in a cheery voice. Your smile is so perfect, that sometimes I wonder why you wanted to be my Dom. My insecurities about my body and my personality have always made me wonder about my relationships with women. Yet you who are a goddess love me and do these things to me. You put the glass dildo in my mouth and I suck on it working the phallic glass. You pet my hair and tug on it a bit and say in a stern voice: "little boy you must take care of your hair better. Mistress does not like it when you look so messy." Of course, I answer with "Yesh mishtrish" with the dildo still in my mouth. Your face returns to the eerily cheerful as before. You pull the dildo out of my mouth and say