Setting:

A room with no furniture or features in the background. Either a grand chair/throne in the centre. Or nothing at all. In the former you aresat looking imperial, legs crossed. In the later, you stride into slowly, arms crossed, head lowered, smolderingly angry.

View(s):

Mainly from the kneeling position of your steopson – Prince Edward – from a l*ttle ways off. When topless, a range/montage of gratuitous shots of those glorious globes: front on, close up, seen from below, above, etc.

Story and action:

You play the scene loud and animatedly angry at first. Gestures like b*lling your gloved hand in a fist and shaking it at the g*ds above. Gradually you become a l*ttle calmer, colder.

You are the mighty Queen Gwendolyn – ambitious, ruthless, perfectionist. A lot of the scene is played as a woman at the end of her tether – exasperated by all the (often m*le) incompetence around her – especially after a recent debacle which saw your mighty army held to a standstill by a bunch of under-equipped elves.

All you’d like is a simple life of absolute domination. Is that too much to ask? Men! You can’t rely on them for anything. Can’t conquer. Couldn’t crush a grape let alone some measly kingdom in the back-of beyond. Perhaps you’ll have to do it yourself – as if you didn’t have enough to do already – foiling presumptuous maidens/prses, poisoning and cursing rivals, interrogations - that kind of thing.

Now you turn to your step-son. Prince Edward is supposed to be your greatest soldier. He has won great battles for you in the past. But lately he has grown slack – is less diligent than before. He was one of the individuals at fault at the recent lacklustre battle.

You chew him out a bit. Then you remind him that not only are you the queen, but you are also his steopmother, and as such he owes you much better service than he has been giving of late. Then comes the kicker: you tell him he has one last chance to redeem himself – or he can kiss goodbye to ever enjoying you (also meaning your delectable tits, *ss and p*ssy) ever again.

The two of you have been lovers for years. Your virile steopson likes nothing more than being in bed with you – having his brains wonderfully f*cked out by the hottest, k*nkiest woman there is. But he’s jeopardizing a future of such immense pleasures.

To remind him of what he loves so much – and would therefore miss to the point of going insane – you tease him with your tits, *ss and legs. Then you unfasten your corset to fully liberate your magnificent mammaries. In so doing you tell hm to focus on them – drool for them, throb for them. You mesmerize/with the display. You show them front on; the tops of them by bending over; the sides. You squeeze them. Tweak them. All the while there is plenty of filthy, dirty taboo talk going on. You vividly evoke the things you’d know he'd like to do to them – along with all the other even more intimate things you could do. It all gets him magnificently hard and you anticipate him bl*wing up in his pants. Good.

As an act of steopmotherly kindness, you wrap those ample orbs about his c*ck (toy, of course), and wank him off.

Finally there’s a sh*t of looking up at you looming over the camera as it is still in the kneeling position. Your boobs are seen from below – thrust out, heaving.

You look down over/down between them. Your gaze hard, your voice menacing, you tell your steopson to stand, clean himself up, and get his army ready to move out as soon as possible. He has some conquering to do – and this time he better not f*ck up. You turn away and walk off, your heels clicking on the floor.

Queen Gwendolyn's Teasing Titty Worshipb *custom*

Queen Gwendolyn's Teasing Titty Worshipb custom