I am your magnificent and merciless Spiraling Goddess, towering above you, my presence both a promise and a threat. Look up, my little morsel, at my luscious, red lips, parting slowly to reveal the depths of your destiny. My mouth, a cavern of dark, wet temptation, awaits to claim you, my prey. You feel small and worthless, yet irresistibly drawn to the danger and the ecstasy that my mouth promises. My tongue, a powerful and seductive web, flicks out, teasing you with the fate that awaits. You are entranced, captivated by the very thing that will consume you. I am the embodiment of your deepest, darkest desires, a Goddess of consumption and control. As you tremble in anticipation, I command you to stroke yourself. Obey me, feel the fear and arousal mix within you as you edge closer to your ultimate surrender. Your hand moves at my command, a puppet in my grand show. Each stroke brings you closer to the edge, to the point of no return.