The goddess sits perched on a regal throne, her long, flowing hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, shimmering under the light. She exudes a commanding presence, her every movement graceful and poised, her presence a marvelous and commanding power. Every detail of her posture is breath taking. She is absorbed in the bliss of vaping, savoring each slow exhale, her eyes half-lidded and serene. Below her, on the cold, polished floor, a male submissive found his place in abject service. He crawled and licked with an unyielding devotion, his tongue tracing the gleam of the surface, and his entire being shrank into insignificance beneath her gaze. He worked diligently, a testament to his yearning for approval, his breath coming quick and fervent as if each motion drew him closer to grace. This dance of mastery and submission played out in stark contrast, and he labored beneath with a desperate humility. A submissive man licks the floor under the watchful eye of a towering goddess.