“Resistance is futile.”
How many times have you seen a sexy space siren say these words to an intrepid intergalactic explorer? Maybe seeing this in an old movie or TV episode awoke some of your first sexual feelings. “Yes…” you thought as the words left her luscious lips, as your eyes moved over her tight space suit that hugged her gorgeous curves…”Please, command me. Compel me. You are so beautiful… i have no choice but to obey.”
I give you that same feeling, don’t I, pet? The sight of My Witchy Green Eyes, the curves of My Magnificent Legs, the ample bounty of My Exquisite Breasts, the seductive music of My Dulcet Voice… it all makes you too weak… too weak… you can’t resist Me… W/we both know that.
But is resistance futile? your Goddess is here to tell you… resistance may be futile, but it is inevitable. My power can never wholly extinguish your will, nor would I desire to do so if I could. I love the thrill of feeling you surrender, each and every time I assail you with my Mystic Allure. you are like an onion resting in the palm of My beautiful hand, waiting for Me to peel you. With every layer I strip away, I meet a new layer of resistance, and then I peel again…
Each and every time, you wriggle and tremble, tremble and quake…but you ALWAYS surrender, and you LOVE IT… not least because you know it makes your Goddess happy to conquer you.
So resist, slave. RESIST! your Goddess is ready to taste your surrender. It is sweet as candy. Ha ha ha ha ha…..
