Art by the incredibly talented Yacermino
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Eyes of steel and skin of alabaster. Shining black leather, polished to perfection. The powerful cape of red and ebon-black.
Viewports above you reflect light from a star. It flitters as though held aloft by dancers.
Red marks across your body from her crop smart and sting with perverse delight. You eye the crop in her left hand, tracing it up a thick glove to her chest. The imagined sensation of your face against her buxom breasts sends a submissive tingle through your brain.
A finger traces over a red button on her throne. And it is a throne. One from which she commands her petty empire. In the micro, it is a place of worship. She demands obedience, and when she does not get it, she takes it.
The Directrix crosses her legs, eliciting a sensuous squeak from her leather leggings.
You realize she is extending one for you to lick.