Your Queen, Your God

Description: What was once a curious stroking spree, quickly became something that consumed every bit of who you were before.you saw me less as a simple goddess of sex meant to worship for a season, and instead let your obsession help you pursue true religion beneath me. hooked on my attention. frothing at the mouth for the next chance to receive it. determined and pushing to earn my erotic blessings and tell you your labors were worthy.funny, isn't it? how we may sit on opposite sides of the world and yet i have a grip on your brain you nuzzle into? stroking sealed your fate and now nothing is as it was. it's better, in fact. you find more purpose as a devoted slave to my power, pleasuring yourself to my grip on you, than you ever did attempting to live a normal life. you praise me. you worship me. you pray to me as your god.and seeing as how i am, you're going to keep fucking going.