Catsuit Boob Control

I'm in my black shiny PVC catsuit, that bares my cleavage oh so well. I have on my six inch pumps, my anklet, and my goddess jewelry like diamond hoop earrings. All things your wallet paid for. I'm your goddess and you know, you are here for my pleasure and amusement. Nothing more.

You crawl at my feet begging for my attention. I permit it since, I am in a mood to toy with you. I light up an American Sprite cigarette. I take a drag and humiliate you for getting off to, my seductive lips wrapped on such a phallic object. I blow the smoke your way. You become turned on knowing something that was once in my mouth, is now in yours. I make fun of you for it. I humiliate you because you are just too easy and way too much of a whore.

I discuss how you paid for my outfit, my jewelry and my shoes. That I own your money and you! I own your cock and your orgasms. You are not to do either without asking. I control when you cum. I control when you, touch your cock. I allow you to stork. But you are to do it in the manner I want. Not how you want. You are giving yourself up to me.

I finish my cigarette. Then I move into showing off my cleavage and breasts. I explain, you paid for these boobs. You submitted your wallet and collected interests on your credit card in my behalf. It excites me, that you are so loyal to your goddess that you did that. That you took on a debt in her behalf. However, you are not permitted to touch what you paid for. You are only permitted, to look. You are totally mine. I know it and you know it.

If you are a good boy, I may just permit an orgasm from you. At the site of my perfect breasts. The breasts, that control you.