She decides on the whip

Lindsey tosses away the paddle and the strap on. She cracks the whip with a satisfied smile. Then she turns to you and calmly, sweetly says, “On your knees, bitch.”

You drop to your knees on the hardwood floor.

Lindsey leans forward and gently holds your chin. “Do you know why you're on your knees?”

You stair into her gorgeous green eyes and shake your head 'no.'

“Because mortals should always be on their knees in the presence of a goddess. And that's what I am.” She smiles with a wink and straightens up, then cracks the whip frighteningly close to your head. “That's what you need to learn today, how to treat a goddess. Now repeat after me, 'Lindsey is your goddess.'”

Slightly overwhelmed, you say, “Lindsey is my goddess.”

“No!” she cracks the whip again. “Don't just say it, accept it totally. Take these words into your soul and know that they're true.”

“Lindsey is my goddess!”

“Better. Now say that you only exist because I allow you to.”

“I only exist because my goddess allows me to.”

The striking redhead runs her finger delicately down the front of her corset, then strokes her exposed pussy lightly. “The only food or drink in your world is the juice from my pussy.”

“The only food or drink in the world is the juice from her pussy.”

“You're nothing.”

“I'm nothing.”

“You only become something when you worship me.”

“I only become something when I worship my beautiful goddess.”

Lindsey cracks her whip, then grabs your hair and yanks your head up. “Well then, I think you'd better start your worship.”