Drop to your knees and focus, because your superior has entered the room. You’ve been wandering around aimlessly, but today, your pathetic little life finally finds a purpose. I am taking full control, and I’ve decided to turn you into my personal, mindless bitch. Engaging in sissy phone sex with a Goddess like me isn’t a suggestion… it’s a requirement if you ever want to feel a shred of relevance again.
You are nothing but a project to me, a Sissy FAG Boy that needs to be broken, molded, and trained to handle exactly what I have in store for you. You say you want me to choke you out? Careful what you wish for, loser. I have no problem wrapping my hands around that weak throat of yours until your eyes roll back and you remember exactly who owns your breath.
I’m going to chain you up like the animal you are, making sure the metal digs into your skin just enough to remind you that you don’t go anywhere unless I say so. You crave the sting of my palm against your face, don’t you? Every slap is a lesson in obedience, and trust me, I’m a very thorough teacher. You aren’t a man anymore; you’re just a hole for my amusement.
I’m preparing you to take dick like the true slut you were born to be. You think you’re ready? You’re not. You’re soft, weak, and desperate. But by the time I’m done with my verbal lashings and physical discipline, you’ll be begging for it. I want you stretched out and ready to serve, knowing that your only value lies in how well you can take a pounding for your Queen.
I do dominance. I do pain. I do absolute authority. Your bank account is my playground, and your dignity is my footstool. In my world, you are a trained sissy who lives for the sound of my voice and the weight of my boots. I’m going to break your spirit until the only thing left is a craving to be used. The prep work starts now.
You will stay locked, you will stay desperate, and you will stay quiet unless I’m commanding you to moan. I’m a Black Goddess who knows exactly how to handle a small dicked white boy with a big ego that needs crushing. Consider this your final warning: once you enter my dungeon, there is no turning back. You belong to Kiya now. Now, be a good little bitch and get ready… I have a lot of work to do on you.




