Nervously you glance up at her face. At once you recognise the thinly veiled contempt and the gathering fury there. You must have broken one of her rules, but which one? It doesn't matter, you will pay dearly for rousing her anger. If only you could stand up to her or flee, but you can't. You are weak and helpless before her. She is brazen about the source of her power and displays it boldly, casually, while you can only cower in awe. Her pussy, that which you worship from afar is before you now and yet you dare to do no more than quickly glance at it for fear that she will catch you looking. You will never touch that pussy, far less be permitted to penetrate it, and yet it is the thing you worship most. It is her power and her glory and it will always bring you to your knees. Admit it, you will always be her slave for she has that beautiful and deadly power which has defeated you completely. She owns you now.