Goddess Linh

Keep your hands behind your back while I take what’s Mine.

You’ll count every stroke, and you’ll beg for each one.

I’m going to leave you trembling, dripping, and denied.

Show Me how you g a g when I s p i t in your mouth.

You exist to obey, so obey right now.

Count each spank out loud for Me, slut.

Grip your s h a f t tighter, but don’t you dare finish.

Your pleasure is worthless unless it’s for Me.

Show Me how desperate you are.

I love watching you squirm.

Keep licking like a good pet.

Don’t you dare spill a drop.

You’ll never be free again.

I love you desperate.

Crawl to Me now.

Stroke for My amusement.

Your little cock is Mine to laugh at and deny.

Suck your fingers as if they were My heels.

Picture yourself dressed in latex, bound tight for Me.

Grind against the wall like the desperate pet you are.

Imagine Me stepping on your chest in stilettos.

Kiss the floor I’ve walked on, over and over.

I want you to ache for hours before release.

Count backwards from 100 while stroking p a i n f u l l y slow.

I own every inch of you, especially the desperate parts.

Stroke slowly, feeling every drop of precum betray you.

The thought of your humiliation makes Me wetter, pet.

Press your face to the floor until I call you up.

Imagine My fingers pulling your hair while I own you.

Hold the edge and whisper “Thank You, Mistress Linh.”

My heel belongs between your legs, pressing until you tremble.

Grind into the floor until I tell you to stop.

My whip will teach you better manners than your mind ever could.

Tap your swollen cock against My boot until I’m amused.

I own your release, your body, and your shame.

Picture Me pegging you until you forget your own name.

Imagine My heel pressing into your back while you serve.

You’ll kneel until your legs give out, then keep kneeling.

My latex will make you sweat and beg for air.

My whip will leave art across your skin.

Imagine Me grinding My heel into your chest while you moan.

That g a g will stay in until I’m satisfied with your silence.

Your hands aren’t for touching, only for serving.

I’d make you write ‘I belong to Mistress’ 500 times as p u n i s h m e n t.

You’ll moan for Me when I say so, not before.

Your little cage is just a reminder of who really owns you.

I’d keep you on your knees all day, your thighs screaming for relief.

You’ll stand still while I inspect every inch of you like My property.

You’re nothing but a decoration until I decide to use you.

I’d make you count every drop of pre-cum just to shame you.