Smoking Domination and Boot Worship, Goddess Samariel humiliates ashtray slave
Goddess Samariel lounges at the House of Sinn, seated like royalty upon the cage that keeps you beneath Her. Dressed in black strappy lingerie and thigh-high PVC boots, She lights up a cigarette and stares through the camera with quiet, supreme disdain. “What could be sexier,” She muses, “than a Dominant Woman smoking, red lipstick, high boots…”
Your answer is irrelevant. She calls for Her human ashtray, barely acknowledging his presence, using him only to serve Her indulgence. Cold and unimpressed, She lets the ash fall onto his face before commanding him to lick Her boots, Her soles, every inch with perfection.
He tries. He fails.
She inspects his work with disdain and declares it mediocre. Because in Her world, anything less than excellence is worthless. This is not about pleasing yourself, t’s about Her pleasure, Her power, Her boot, and Her smoke.
You are not enough… yet. But you’ll try again, won’t you?...
Your answer is irrelevant. She calls for Her human ashtray, barely acknowledging his presence, using him only to serve Her indulgence. Cold and unimpressed, She lets the ash fall onto his face before commanding him to lick Her boots, Her soles, every inch with perfection.
He tries. He fails.
She inspects his work with disdain and declares it mediocre. Because in Her world, anything less than excellence is worthless. This is not about pleasing yourself, t’s about Her pleasure, Her power, Her boot, and Her smoke.
You are not enough… yet. But you’ll try again, won’t you?...
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