I am your Mistress, your Muse. I am an artist of great talent. I am The Max—“Max” being a tease word for “Maximum.” Extreme. Total. All. The most! Get the picture, my pet? If not, fear not, Little One, for remember I am the artist extraordinaire. I will fashion in your frame of mind the perfect picture. Indeed, upon the canvas of your mind I shall execute my greatest work. In the place of dreams, we will begin our journey of erotic adventures. We will travel through the steamy streets of hidden desire, down the dark alleys of imagination, up the winding paths of creativity, and around the corner of reality.
    Tell me: will you amuse me? Should I paint the cheeks of your face with rosy circles and make you my clown? Perhaps I will apply to your lips “fuck me” red lipstick and make you my slut for a day. The transformation could call forth the sissy maid in you. Remember, Little One, I am also your Muse. I may choose to bring forth your inner artist. Perhaps you shall be a dancer—a private dancer. I have just the outfit for you—sheer and skimpy. Now, give Mistress a nice lap dance.
    There is the possibility your bottom will receive my gifts of color. The reds, blues, and purples—my, my, how exciting! There are so many brushes to choose from, to bring out the perfect pigment. Some give that oh-so-gentle kiss; they merely bring out a translucent blush. Then others sing as I reach out to apply the color crimson to that ass of yours! Or I could slap a diaper on your round bottom and make you my bouncing baby boy … or girl. Would you look pretty in pink? On the other hand, I might just ram something up your eager, gaping slut-hole. Creativity is a many splendored thing!
    My magic and interests are not limited to the details I have put forth here. My desires constantly grow; the energy continuously flows for I will forever be the Student, no matter how long I am the Teacher.
    I am The Max. I am your Mistress. I am your Muse. I am Max Rulz!