Listen to this articleMy Queen stood before me, ebony curves barely contained in a figure-hugging latex dress. The shiny material clung to her body, reflecting the light with a mirror-like sheen. A gold headpiece adorned with jewels crowned her head, sparkling with each slight movement.
Exotic and alluring, my Queen radiated a regal sensuality. Beckoning me closer with a crook of her finger, she purred, “Your Queen demands pleasure, slave. Worship me.”
Kneeling, I trailed kisses up her leg, pushing the latex aside to reveal smooth skin. My Queen tangled her hands in my hair, guiding me higher. I paused to lavish attention on the juncture of her thighs, her moans of pleasure urging me on.
Rising, I claimed her lips in a searing kiss, our tongues dueling. Scooping her into my arms, I carried her to the bed. My Queen writhed under my touch, slick folds yielding to my fingers. I drove deep into her welcoming heat, lost in sweet sensation.
We moved together, pleasure building with each thrust. Release exploded between us, cries of ecstasy ringing out. Pouring into My Queen’s velvet embrace, I was enraptured by her dark beauty.
My Queen gazed at me with a feline smile, desire still burning in her eyes. “You have pleased your Queen, slave. But I am not yet satisfied. Worship me again.”
Kneeling once more before her throne, I drank in the vision of perfection that was My Queen. To serve and please this goddess, to revel in her sensual embrace – this was joy beyond measure. My Queen, your wish is my desire. Your pleasure is my purpose. Command me, and I shall obey.
