The Giant Needs of a Goddess

Goddesses demand worshippers. Rocky Emerson has needs bigger than most, and she's waiting in latex. You get under those feet first. She presses down, letting you feel exactly how small you are. Then you flip the script. You tie her. Canes come out. Clothespins bite where the cane left its mark. You edge her until she's shaking, begging without words, strapped in the dungeon while she gets exactly what she planned all along.