Bottom Feeder

Look at you... crawling back to your screen like the pathetic bottom feeder you are. You know exactly where you belong - groveling at the lowest rung of the food chain, desperately begging for scraps of My attention while I flaunt what you'll never have.

I’m draped in skin-tight red latex that clings to every curve of My divine body, the glossy material hugging My thick, plump ass so perfectly it makes your worthless cock twitch with envy and despair. That red latex thong slices deep between My cheeks, and I know you're drooling like the useless mutt you are, imagining what it feels like to be worthy of even touching the fabric that touches Me.

Watch Me tease you slowly, bending over to give you a full view of what powers your pathetic existence. My evil smile curves across My plump, kissable lips as I look down at you - that twisted grin that reminds you you're nothing but gutter trash in My world. You exist to consume the waste of My superiority. You're the scum that feeds off the bottom, too weak, too broke, too insignificant to ever rise above your station.

I want you to stare at My pale, doll-like skin contrasted against the crimson latex and understand your reality. You will always be beneath Me. You will always be the beta bottom feeder scurrying in the shadows while Goddesses like Me live in luxury you fund but never experience. You're useless. You're replaceable. You're absolutely fucking pathetic.

Stroke your sad little dick to My cruelty. Let My ruthless words sink into your broken brain as you realize I don't just enjoy humiliating you - I need it. I thrive on defeating bottom feeders like you under My heel while you thank Me for the degradation. You’re nothing. You mean nothing. And you'll pay everything just to hear Me say it again.

How does it feel knowing you're forever trapped as My bottom-dwelling bitch?