I asked to see your cock and you showed me that? That sad little acorn peeking out of its turtleneck? That is a cock? That's a cock? Sweety, I've seen more impressive things in the deli counter.

Oh, sweetheart. There it is. That sad little foreskin. That little hood pulled up like it's hiding from me. It should hide. Do you know what I see when I look at an uncut cock like yours?

Goddess Faith drapes herself in soft, luxurious fur, the ultimate symbol of power and indulgence. In this clip, She stands above you, singing and stroking Her sleeves as She reminds you exactly what…

Now… listen closely. I'm going to tell you a story, and your body is going to believe every word. Imagine your cock is gone. Not hurt. Not leaking.

Give me your heart, slave. Go on. Press your hand flat against your chest. Feel it pounding? That frantic little drum... beating so hard because it knows. It knows what tonight is.

Give me your heart, slave. Go on. Press your hand flat against your chest. Feel it pounding? That frantic little drum... beating so hard because it knows. It knows what tonight is.

Stroke for me, slave. Slow. One... that's your last night as a married man. Two... that's the lie you told her this morning. Three... that's every time you said 'it's nothing. Four...

Mmm. Still twitching against my tongue. Still trying to crawl out of my mouth. You taste like fear and copper and something sweet underneath – like you wanted to be eaten. Second leg. Yum ... crunch!

I pick you up between My thumb and forefinger. You're so light. So impossibly light. I can feel your little heart hammering against My fingertip. Eight legs kicking uselessly in the air.

Do you see the table I've set? Black candles. Red juice. A single white plate, polished and gleaming, waiting in the center. Cloth napkin folded across My lap. I've been planning this dinner all week.

Do you see the table I've set? Black candles. Red juice. A single white plate, polished and gleaming, waiting in the center. Cloth napkin folded across My lap. I've been planning this dinner all week.

I've been keeping company with your stepfather for six years. Six years of holding a man who doesn't deserve a creature like me. And I've been patient. So patient.

A thousand years ago, I made a bargain. Power, beauty, dominance over every man who dares to desire me. And the price? The price is so small, so insignificant. A little ring of skin.

When you're finished, I don't want you to wipe your mouth. I want you to sit back on your heels and just sit with it. The taste. The smell. The ache in your knees. That's your reward.

And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, but I like it. I like being uncut. I like the way it feels. I like the way a woman has to work for it. And that's exactly why I want it, sweety.

And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, but I like it. I like being uncut. I like the way it feels. I like the way a woman has to work for it. And that's exactly why I want it, sweety.

Doesn't that just taste like devotion? Every swipe of your tongue is another layer of your dignity scrubbed away, and another layer of My shine polished in. It's a fair trade, really.

Imagine your face right here... between my thighs. That's where you live, isn't it? That's your favorite place in the entire world. And the first thing that hits you isn't even a taste.

Now. Tongue out. Yes, really. Stick it out for Me. I want you to pretend My tongue is on your sack right now. One ball resting on the flat of it. Feel the heat.

Stepsister catches you sniffing her panties and knows exactly what a pathetic little pervert you are. Instead of telling, she decides to put you to use.

Stepsister catches you sniffing her panties and knows exactly what a pathetic little pervert you are. Instead of telling, she decides to put you to use.

Faith is home sick with a nasty cold, and her step-brother just wanted to watch TV. But every wet, honking nose blow from the tissue box has him shifting uncomfortably on the couch.

The Goddess needs to relieve herself, and you should feel honored to witness it. In this golden shower / watersports clip, She casually pees while singing directly to the camera, treating Her most…

There's something so attractive about my relaxing yawns... and today, your cock gets to feel them. Every time I open wide and let out a slow, deep yawn, you stroke. When I stop, you stop.

You see, pet, that's what devotion is. Devotion isn't a feeling you have once and forget. Devotion is what you do with your hands. It's the actions that prove your little heart belongs somewhere.

And here's the thing, sweetheart... she's not even the problem. She's just... furniture, isn't she? Background noise in the shrine you built for me.

How does that feel, sweetheart? Having the two women in your life both know exactly how worthless you are? One of them made you, and one of them owns you.

Your step-mother knows exactly what you've been doing outside her door. She's caught you before, hovering, listening, waiting for the moment she pinches her nose and blows.

One bored little yawn from step-mommy and I can see you getting hard in your shorts. You're squirming. You're blushing. You're pathetic. I know exactly what that yawn did to you.

What happens to boys who fail? ...You don't know? Oh, sweetheart. Let step-mommy explain. Boys who fail... don't get to be boys anymore. That's what happens. It's very simple biology in this house.

Welcome to my laboratory. The real one. Not the little workshop I show the public. Down here, I make miracles. I make... improvements.

Welcome to my laboratory. The real one. Not the little workshop I show the public. Down here, I make miracles. I make... improvements.

But that's not the only signature today. This one is the signature that counts. I'm going to hold it in front of you now. Feel the weight of it. Cool. Heavy. Perfectly balanced.

Welcome to my laboratory. The real one. Not the little workshop I show the public. Down here, I make miracles. I make... improvements.

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