“Your” pleasure? It sounds like a paradox. Doesn’t make much sense to me. Not for a man like you.

“Your” pleasure doesn’t naturally occur on its own. It doesn’t start or end—or even exist—without me.

So it was never “your” pleasure you experienced at all: it was always just a byproduct of the happiness and satisfaction of a superior woman... MY pleasure.

Every ounce of pleasure you experience originates from fulfilling your purpose of serving a Goddess more deserving than you. From the pampering of my feet to the draining of your wallet to the puppeteering of your...

“Your” pleasure? It sounds like a paradox. Doesn’t make much sense to me. Not for a man like you.

“Your” pleasure doesn’t naturally occur on its own. It doesn’t start or end—or even exist—without me.

So it was never “your” pleasure you experienced at all: it was always just a byproduct of the happiness and satisfaction of a superior woman... MY pleasure.

Every ounce of pleasure you experience originates from fulfilling your purpose of serving a Goddess more deserving than you. From the pampering of my feet to the draining of your wallet to the puppeteering of your body, Goddess is always pleased first, and you’re lucky to soak in the pleasure that trickles down after.

I dictate what pleases you. I control whether you feel any pleasure at all. That’s the natural way.

My pleasure IS your pleasure. And I know you will always want more.