I’m not going to create a fun, little punishment to give you if you touch me without my permission. You don’t penetrate the around me. Not your fingers. Not your face. Not your tongue. If you touch me without my permission, it’s game over for you. Respecting my boundaries as a woman and goddess is paramount. As a man and a slave, it is a fundament.

I am confident in asserting your place. You are merely a toy for ME to play with. Toy’s don’t put their grubby, little hands on you, do they? They do not have autonomy. Just like you.

A woman’s body is invitation only and after I’ve made myself clear, I can commence teasing and tormenting you about it. The soft indication of my bush beneath my lilac panties makes you crumble as I remind you that only deserving men get invited. You are not deserving. You are not worthy. For a lowly loser like you, I don’t think you could ever deserve it.

Untouchable

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