your queen needs praising

Queenie struts in, hands on her full hips as she smiles at you. "My my, by the way you're tied up, you'd think you'd picked a spider for a queen," she giggles at your misfortune. Her natural perfume fills your lungs, and you sigh just by her standing by the foot of the bed. She walks closer and it makes you drool as you see every bit of her so close, her jiggling breasts to perky they wobble with every step. Her hips bobbing side to side. Her warm womanhood, so perfect you feel like nothing will ever be as strong in your mind as its smell and taste and beauty.

She sits at the bedside, running a finger over your chest. "I just had to make sure my pet didn't wander off at night. I wanted to make sure you got a nice, long, warm breath of me. You DO love my smell as much as my looks, don't you, dear?" You nod rapidly, your nose finding no other scent to compare it to in its wonder. It crawls right up your nose and touches your brain in all the perfect spots. She gently unties one of your hands from the bedpost, but you still don't have the urge to move or even get more comfortable, so long as Queenie's here and pleased with you.

"Well good. But we have a widdle problem," she says as she pouts childishly, sitting up and walking from the bed. You love to see her ass jiggle, but even her teasing sadness threatens to break your heart, somehow. Queenie just seems to push all your buttons in a way that makes you feel so much stronger than anything you've known.

She folds her arms behind her head, showing off her body all the more as she stands by the foot of the bed. "I'm such a mess after sleeping in so late," she coos, despite looking every bit as preened and perfect as usual. "My hair's so messy and my wings lost their shine, and my boobs just don't seem to have their usual bounce today," she sighs wistfully.

She gives you a coy look, putting on her best bedroom eyes. "YOU don't think I'm ugly, do you master?" she coos, and you shake your head desperately.
"No! You're beautiful! You're perfect!"
She smiles slightly, perhaps impishly. "You mean it?" she purrs, leaning forward on the bed so her perfect melons bounced into place.
"You're the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen!" you blurt on, eager to please her. "I can't imagine looking at another woman after you!"
"Prove it," she coos, standing up again and running her hands down her sides. "Why don't you prove your lust for your queen's body? Masturbate to me like I'm your personal dream come true, your sex goddess made flesh, demanding tribute," she insists.