You love to tease me, and you crave even the smallest bit of attention I give you. You always kneel at my feet begging me to shower you with slave orders. But tonight I’m going out with a real man, not someone like you who belongs in chastity. The bull I’m seeing loves me in red, in a beautiful shiny red dress and a luxurious fur coat. I adore being spoiled with luxury, which is why I have slaves and bulls with huge cocks who make me scream in pleasure until I cum again and again. None of that is for you. Your role is to be our cum rag, cleaning up after us. You’re here to serve me as my slave, buying me pantyhose and paying for everything I demand. I am your royal goddess, meant to be worshipped and served. I get everything, and you get nothing. You exist only to obey me, worship me, and serve my alphas. The more you try to give, the more I take from you. I never thank you for being my slave. It is your life and duty to serve your superior goddess, and to serve my bull, who is just as superior as I am.