Zmiażdżony przez mięśnie bogini Goldy's

Look at you, quivering in my shadow, a pitiful excuse of a man completely dwarfed by my superior muscular form. I am Goddess Goldy, your ultimate muscular dominatrix, and next to me, you're just a weak, insignificant speck. With every flex of my powerful biceps, I remind you of your place - far beneath me. You cower, knowing that with one hand, I could pin you down, your feeble struggles only fueling my amusement. Your addiction to this humiliation is transparent, pathetic really. You're addicted to the rush of being dominated by a woman so much stronger, so much more powerful than your frail self could ever hope to be. I delight in your suffering, in the way your eyes widen in fear and humiliation as I showcase my strength, effortlessly lifting weights you couldn't even dream of. Your feeble body is a stark contrast to my sculpted, muscular form. I tower over you, a goddess of strength, while you're just a groveling, sniveling little worm.