You want to be mine, don’t you? To be locked and collared, eternally by my side? I hear it all the time. Goddess I want you to own me. The reality is you don’t really know what that means. See, you think being my slave has anything to do with your pleasure or your cock. But that’s just not the case. If you think being my slave will grant you some sort of gratification, then you’re not ready to be my slave. My slaves live for me. They work for me. They are mine and mine alone. Can you handle that?
