As the goddess gazed at her image she knew her power was unrivaled Her dominant presence filled the chamber making every toy shiver in fear One unfortunate soul found himself bound tightly awaiting her whims Her gaze promised both delight and suffering a fusion that few could withstand He was taught a truth he would never erase Her sandaljob was a ritual of submission a trial of his devotion The orbs represented his balls a symbol of his weakness in her grasp Each sandal pressed against him was a recollection of his place Her authority was total an firm grip on his will He was her toy to be used as she pleased his release hers to dictate Every gesture was deliberate every word a incantation The orbs again served as a harsh warning of what awaited him if he disobeyed His gratification was hers to bestow or to refuse His struggle was vain his destiny sealed by her desires She reveled in his helplessness his despair her conquest Even in submission he found a peculiar kind of joy Her dominance was a drug he craved He was hers fully a eager tool of her desires The encounter left him changed a different man forged in the fires of her domination