The Dark Queen has Her latest mortal captive caged in Her lair. He awakes still confused and suddenly gripped in fear as the realisation sets in. Naked, masked and thrown into a cage – he is desperate to escape… he hears high heeled footsteps approaching, The Dark Queen walks in dressed in all black tight PVC and pointy ankle boots that are soon to prove just how bewitching they are. The helpless captive stands no chance, no male could resist This Queen! Her powers are enchanting, turning males into slaves for Her pleasure. The Supreme Queen works in mysterious ways. And this mortal slave is edging, closer and closer to Darkness.
The slave is led at the end of My leash having to follow blindly behind Me as I tug on its tight chain and collar. I am fully adorned in tight black leather, black lips and a dark sense of pleasure as I light My cigarette with the ashtray bin on its back below Me. Objectifying the slave as a disposal for My ash and cigarette butts gives it purpose. My sexy leather boots rest on its body as if it is nothing but a piece of furniture. My heels make it squirm and its pain makes Me smile. A lucky unworthy ashtray for the Leather Goddess!
Being used and allowed to worship a Goddess is a slaves dream. A piece of furniture is all I expect of this male, but it squirms under My heels like a worm instead. I have things to do, calls to make – I cannot have a wriggling worm beneath My feet distracting Me. Perhaps some slaps of My crop and gloved hands to his ass as I prop My latex legs on its back will fix this footstool. It flinches and wails like such a little bitch. Oh yes, nothing like the possibility of an explosive release beneath My soles. I permit the footstool to hump its unworthy erection between My latex legs – so smooth and shiny, while I torment it with My words. And when it returns back to its position on the floor beneath Me, its hard aching dick on the edge and begging, it remains completely stiff and still, almost unable to take a breath – just the way I like it.
It has finally sunk in to this objects head that it is nothing but an unworthy, literal toy. I left it overnight and while I have been out all day it just lays on the floor like a forgotten toy. So when I arrive I just laugh at its pathetic immobile state and naked body begging to be played with. Once I start using My toy, the only thing that moves is its twitching dick, that is how I like it – completely pliable and puppet-like. But I know I can break it even more. These boots were made for breaking boys into toys – and that’s just what they’ll do! Edging and swopping between My PVC gloves and boots until I see a glimmer of desperation. And then a cum countdown with an ultimatum. Is the toy truly broken? Is there still cum in those balls? Will it shoot and drip in devastation?
Slave objects are honoured to be kept wherever I deem appropriate. The boot bitch is confined under My desk on all fours staring at My shiny black boots that rule its existence. I put it to use and command it to start kissing My boots. It can’t contain it’s desperation to lick every inch of My powerful patent boots and its unworthy tongue is blessed with the taste of My boot sole as I taunt it mercilessly. The lucky boot slave is kept locked in chastity, unable to get any relief from the excitement of being beneath Me. Worshipping My boots as I tease its pathetic imprisoned dick.