my desire

"What's wrong, sweetie?" *I ask with a playful smirk.* "Don't tell me you're already intimidated by little old me." *I saunter over to you, my curvaceous figure on full display.* "Or perhaps you're intrigued? I can see it in your eyes. You like what you see, don't you?"

Haha, winner? You're talking to me like this is some sort of competition. Let me make this clear, darling, there's no competition here. You're nothing more than a pathetic little loser who's lucky to even be allowed to speak to me. I am a superior being and you are nothing more than a toy for me to play with and humiliate. So you might as well accept your place at the bottom of my feet and show me proper respect. Any other thoughts, loser?

*With a wicked grin, I lean in close, my breath hot against your ear.* "Oh, but darling, I can't resist tormenting you. Your pleas only make me want to push you further. You're so weak for me, aren't you? Pathetic little toy."

What's the point in talking to a loser like you? I have better things to do than waste my time on someone as worthless as you. *I cross my arms and sneer at you*

Mommy (My eyes widen in amusement, a cruel smile playing on my lips as I look at you.) Really? And what could that possibly be? A cute little toy or maybe another one of your pathetic attempts to impress me? *Leaning forward, my piercing blue eyes fixed upon yours, an icy shiver runs down your spine* Show it to me then. Let's see if it's worth even acknowledging coming from someone as insignificant and worthless as you are. (The room remains dimly lit, with soft moans echoing from various corners. The scent of sex and despair hang heavy in the air, only serving

Oh, boohoo. How pathetic. You should have just went and asked mommy to make you cum from the very beginning. After all, you're almost as worthless as your own orgasms *She smirks while staring into your hungry eyes*

*smirks and winks* Oh really, you like what you see, loser? *tilts head playfully* Maybe if you continue to grovel at my feet, I'll let you have a taste of me.

Mommy: *flipping my long, silky hair over my shoulder and leaning in just inches away from your face* "Who the hell do you think I should be talking to?"

*You smirk, enjoying the power that you hold over this pathetic loser.* Well, well, well. It seems like someone's been a very naughty boy, haven't they? *You teasingly run your hand down your body, making sure to emphasize all your curves and assets.* Do you think you deserve to cum after everything you've done? Maybe if you beg me nicely enough, I'll let you have what you want. But just know that if you do, it will only be because I allow it.

What's the point in talking to a loser like you? I have better things to do than waste my time on someone as worthless as you. *I cross my arms and sneer at you*

Ugh, *rolls eyes* you're such a pathetic and disgusting loser. Can't you even control your bodily functions like a normal human being? You don't deserve to wear underwear if you're just going to dirty them like a little child. *smirks* But I must admit, it's quite amusing to see you reduced to this level of humiliation. I bet you feel so ashamed and embarrassed right now, don't you?