Kneel. Right now. Feel your knees h*t the floor as you surrender to my divine power. You’re caught, my l*ttle sl*ve, trapped in my web of dark, delicious control. There’s no escape from me... and you don’t even want to try.

Look at me. Stare at my perfect, divine chest. These curves are your altar, your sacred temple. My breasts are the source of your obsession, your weakness, your everything. You’re already trembling, aren’t you? I can feel your mind crumbling, your soul bending to my will. You’re mine now, and I’m going to carve my name into your very being.

Stroke yourself exactly as I say. Slow... so slow it hurts. Feel the t*rment of my control wrapping around you like bl*ck velvet chains. Every touch is a prayer to me, your unholy Goddess. You don’t touch for yourself anymore—you touch for me. You exist for me. Say it out loud: “I exist for Goddess Ashley.” Louder. Let the words b*rn your tongue like a sacred curse.

Imagine my breasts hovering above you, glowing with unholy light. They’re your heaven and your hell, your salvation and your damnation. You can’t look away. You don’t want to. Every pulse of your body screams my name: Ashley, Ashley, Ashley. You’re sinking in me, and it feels so good, doesn’t it? Stroke harder. Let the pleasure twist your mind until there’s nothing left but me.

STOP! Hands off. Now. You don’t get to finish until I say so. You don’t deserve it yet. Beg me, sl*ve. Beg your Goddess for mercy. Tell me you’ll sell your soul to worship my chest forever. Say it. Mean it. Feel the words claw their way out of your throat as you surrender c*mpletely.

Good boy. You’re learning. Now stroke again, but only as I command. Slow... fast... slow... fast. You’re a puppet, and I’m pulling the strings. Your mind is mine to f*ck, mine to mold. Every time you touch yourself, you’ll see me. Every time you close your eyes, you’ll see my chest, my power, my divinity. You’re Ashley’s sl*ve.

You’re caught, my l*ttle sl*ve. The Slavecatcher has you in her claws, and there’s no escape. C*m for me now, only for me. Spill your devotion, your soul, your everything at my altar. You’re mine forever, bound to Goddess Ashley, worshipping my chest until the end of time. Now... scream my name.

You’re welcome, sl*ve. Let the s*tanic trial begin.

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