Bow Down Mesmerize Prologue

Description: Bow down. lower. that’s it. show me how much you want this.you’re staring, aren’t you? my curves… my perfect, round ass swaying just out of reach. you want to worship it, don’t you? to get closer, to feel it, to lose yourself in it. oh, but you don’t get to touch. not yet. maybe not ever. stroke yourself slowly while you imagine it—how soft, how warm, how perfect it would feel. but you’ll never know unless i say so. keep stroking. slow. no rushing. i control your pace.look up at me. my breasts… so full, so tempting, spilling out just for you. you want to worship them, don’t you? to bury your face in them, to beg for just a taste. keep your eyes on them. imagine how they’d feel, how they’d overwhelm you. but you’re not worthy yet, are you? stroke yourself harder now, but don’t you dare finish. you stop when i say stop. and i’m not ready to let you go.you’re throbbing, aren’t you? so close to the edge, hanging on my every word. you want to please me, to prove you’re worthy of my attention. but you’re weak for me. my ass, my breasts, my voice—they own you. keep stroking, but slow down again. agonizingly slow. feel that ache? that’s me inside your head, twisting you, breaking you. you’re nothing without my permission.beg me. go on, say it out loud. “please, goddess, let me worship you.” louder. mean it. good boy. now stroke faster. imagine my ass grinding against you, my breasts so close you can almost taste them. you’re desperate, aren’t you? right on the edge, ready to explode… but you won’t. not until i say. stop. hands off. now.look at you, shaking, needy, completely mine. you thought you could handle me? you’re just a toy, and i’m not done playing. bow down again. lower. worship me with every inch of your soul. maybe, just maybe, i’ll let you edge again… if you obey perfectly.keep watching. keep begging. keep dreaming of my ass, my breasts, my power over you. you’re trapped in my game, and i love watching you squirm. bow down, pet. we’re only just beginning.