It is delicate, deliberate, and sensual. It is an elegant dance, fluid movements flowing together to create something smooth as silk. Each word spoken is perfectly lubricated and formed with the lips, tongue, and teeth, all mechanisms working together harmoniously. With the fetish blooming in My stomach as I breathe, there is never a question of what to say next; it's as if My consciousness slips and I'm ethereal, omniscient, sleek. I have drifted from one level directly to somewhere high above, where all of My thoughts are beautifully impure and indecent. My heart slows down, each beat visible over My breasts, right down into My fingertips. And your submission fuels Me, it is power that I use to raise Myself higher. At these moments, "Yes, Goddess" sets Me aflame, My teeth always biting My bottom lip as I feel electricity between My thighs. Each breath becomes shaky, and My pupils dilate, My panties dampen, and in that moment, I AM A GODDESS. Your weakness is a thrill. Your submission is My biggest fetish. Who was I before I revealed the Goddess that lives inside of Me? I don't remember what My thoughts used to be, but I am certain that My mind will become more deliciously powerful as I grow.