Like a well paid consort.

You order her off and into the closet she goes. As her footsteps fade, although you swear you can smell her arousal even through untold miles of clothing, you wish up a stool and a television to pass the time. Clicking through the channels, your mind begins to do its thinking thing.

You had referred to yourself as a god for a fetishist sake, and for the initial part of dominating Cindy. But could you become a god to the human race? Could you really, in good thought, dominate more and more men and women until you were at the top of the top?

The clicking of high heels brings you to the stunning visage of your Slut-Queen.

The dress is a deep maroon with a floral design that runs the rim. A single slit reveals a pair of red high heels that enhance the sway of your first ****'s fine rear end. Running up to her waist, the dress gently contains the lower half of cindy exceptionally well. Her breasts are bound by two individual strips of fabric, each strained with magnificent breast flesh. Running from a collar around her neck, they only connect at Cindy's navel, running then to the hem of her waist in a single piece. Her back is uncovered and the strips give a magnificent portion of sideboob.

You decide then and there that fuck yes you could do this.

"Good, my pet" You praise her, stepping forward and running the back of your fingers across your cheek. In a repeat from before, she catches one of your fingers in her mouth, her ruby red lips ringing around.